<?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-2081667549155020507</id><updated>2012-02-24T00:33:29.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jamie - the girl who supplants.</title><subtitle type='html'>this is a blog that never gets updated like it should be.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>JaMie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00002885372288297021</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/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/STZp5jRr6XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LrJnJs4WHFQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>96</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081667549155020507.post-3346589415897954245</id><published>2011-10-03T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T23:18:22.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye, September.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had had an eventful September. Most of the things that had happened were not delightful enough to be shared with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It all started on the first day of September itself, when one of my important family members left the rest of us. Although she passed away peacefully, she had never really looked at us with her seemingly soulless eyes, &amp;nbsp;nor said her last words to any of us in her last surviving month. All of us were helpless to see her dying state with irreversibly collapsing lungs, but the God had been with her and with us when she finally breathed for the last time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And ironically, the EBP paper I'm currently critically appraising on is about quality of &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;end of life care&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;provided to elderly patients who were basically, dying. And this reminds me so much of my grandma, of how she had gone through her last moments, and how her children had endured with the pain and burdens. And how the memories continued to haunt me now and then, about how she used to shout whenever she saw me, 'HEY PHARMACIST! I know you're going to be a pharmacist in the future!'...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how she looked so proud when she said those words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But now I couldn't hear them anymore. That's life - birth, sickness, growing old, and eventually death. It's difficult to face death, but you're going to face it one day anyway. Don't be afraid of it; instead bask yourself in this knowledge and make full use of it - life's short, and before you regret anything, be sure you have done things that you've always wanted them done. And never ever, choose to ignore people around who care to stay and be with you. Don't take things for granted like me - I'd always thought she would live up to 100 years old regardless of any circumstances, but in the end she didn't make it. Don't wait till things happen - it will be WAY TOO LATE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;However, the chain of events did not just stop here for me in this September. I'm not going to talk about anything more here, because it would be too sensitive and I would probably get myself into troubles. But to endure everything, I had cried and screamed with tears, and finally seen things with definitely different&amp;nbsp;perspectives. And I made a conclusion to myself : I only want to be happy, and besides that, I DON'T NEED ANYTHING ELSE MORE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally September is over. Wake me up, when September ends. And yes, I've woken up to face a whole new month. Things that had happened in the past are already history, and I shall rise again to deal with more important things in my life. I have presentation and tests and exams and assignments coming up, and I can't afford to lose any more time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But still, I wanna be happy. Mr. October, I hope you can bring me bliss and joy, because I know I deserve them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm smiling, hope you're too. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2081667549155020507-3346589415897954245?l=jamielee1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/feeds/3346589415897954245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081667549155020507&amp;postID=3346589415897954245' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/3346589415897954245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/3346589415897954245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/2011/10/bye-september.html' title='Bye, September.'/><author><name>JaMie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00002885372288297021</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/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/STZp5jRr6XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LrJnJs4WHFQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081667549155020507.post-3678828038703449912</id><published>2011-09-18T12:42:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T22:01:28.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Story of a Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I watched 'Nasi Lemak 2.0' movie directed by Namewee on Friday, and there was this dialogue being repeated over and over again throughout the whole movie. The man with spectacles who spoke broken Manglish was looking at a photo and with a frowning look he said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;'狗不会瘦，因为狗不会思念。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;人会瘦，因为人会思念。'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Many people may think of these 2 sentences as funny verses to laugh at, but definitely not me. To me, it's been unfair to say that dogs don't miss, or dogs can't miss. Because I have a story to tell, a true story that had really happened in my real life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Now the story begi&lt;/span&gt;ns...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;My maternal grandfather (mother's father) passed away when I was 13, and ever since he married my grandmother he'd been living in a small rural village in Seremban. I've always known that my grandpa was an old man who was a very fervent dog-lover, and there'd never been a lack of dogs in his house back in the village. He'd built a big bungalow on a lawn with green grasses and huge trees, and we could always spot some four-legged fury creatures standing strong besides a small chicken farm and running free around the whole house. As far as my memory could accommodate, I knew of this dog which had accompanied my grandpa to his every last breath of life, and which itself had lived a l&lt;/span&gt;ong life of it own too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;It is not some dog with decent descendants, or with blood that flows with the pureness of any noble species. It's simply a male stray dog with golden furs, a pair of kind eyes, and barking sounds that are stern enough to scare strangers away. It has a swollen mole on its black wet nose and my grandpa had always been very proud of it - see, he has a mole on his nose, just like the mole on my arm. And yes, I'd loved the dog very much too. I don't know if it's the loyal nature of dogs that moved me, or I inherited the genes from my grandpa. I seem to love dogs as much as my grandpa loves them too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;It has a simple name - Bobby. Bobby has a simple life too. To him the lawn and the house were his home, and he never needed to be chained up anywhere because no matter how far he went, he would always remember the way back home. Dogs seem to have miraculous minds of interpreting people's thoughts. My mum told me from experiences (she grew up with my grandpa's dogs too), that dogs know if a person loves them or otherwise, and will respond and act accordingly. And because of that characteristic, Bobby loved every family member in the house, especially my grandpa. My grandpa fed him, raised him, played with him and took care of him; and in return Bobby gave all his loyalty to him. And I believe it was this loyalty that might have killed Bobby in his elderly life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;When I was 9 the State Government of Negeri Sembilan wanted to develop the village and thus the land where my grandparents lived in was retrieved with considerable amounts of compensation money. My grandparents never wanted to leave as the house had always been the only home they recognised, but they was left with no choices but to move away. So they took a decision to move to KL to live nearby their children including my mum, but they didn't take Bobby with them. In their opinions Bobby would not be able to get used to the life in a city in which he would have to be locked up behind the gates and with no freedom to be offered. So my grandpa parted with Bobby with great pain by giving him away to a neighbour, hoping that the new owner would keep him under the same environment, and the same amount of cares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;But what you think of others may not be what others are truly thinking about. Once my grandparents left, Bobby never ate, never drank, and never slept. He howled all day and night with such hurtful voice and grievous emotions that pained everyone who knew of him. Every time when the night arrived, he would walk solemnly to my grandpa's house that had already been demolished and lie on the ground where only debris of the past home was left. He would stay there until someone cruelly pulled him away, and would return once he missed my grandpa again. He was waiting for someone to return, and to take him away to the 'HOME' which he defined as a place where he could live with his family - the one he really missed and loved - no matter where it was, as long as he was not left alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;A few weeks later my second uncle went to Seremban for some business matters and he took the opportunity to go back to the village to visit Bobby. And it was a heart-wrenching scene to look at. When Bobby saw my second uncle, he turned into such active creature that shocked the neighbour who had never seen him so energetic before. He ran towards my uncle and jumped on him with full speed and all his mights. My uncle laughed but what he saw next immediately bewildered him. Poor Bobby was crying. He clung onto my uncle's legs and hot fresh tears poured out of his eyes and rolled down his cheeks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;That was the first time ever my uncle saw a dog cry. Once he returned to KL he told my grandpa everything he saw, and my grandpa was so upset he cried with all guilt for the decision he had made to abandon Bobby all alone. Immediately he demanded that his daughter (my auntie) drove a van to Seremban as soon as possible and retrieved Bobby back to him. And it was as if Bobby had already known everything beforehand. When my auntie opened the door he quickly jumped into the van and sat in the van silently throughout the whole journey. But according to my auntie, he wasn't exactly silent at all in the van. He was weeping with tears and liquids were flowing out of his nose. He used his front paws to wipe them away and at that very moment, he looked so much like a real human - humans who are known to be the only creatures on the globe with feelings and emotions - and he had them all. His loyalty surpasses everything on earth and outshines every human who calls themselves the brightest living things with brains but never utilises them in a correct way. And I, after hearing the story, started to respect every organism around me, and also reflected on myself of how I'd been as a daughter, a sister, a student, a friend, a lover, and a HUMAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Bobby adapted quickly to the new environment and he was once again alive despite his old age. However, my grandpa's health began to deteriorate and when he passed away when I was 13, Bobby was quiet and peaceful all the time. I didn't see him during the entire funeral, but I knew he was somewhere mourning for his owner's death deeply. He continued to live with my grandma who saw him as a piece of memories left behind by my grandpa, and he lived strongly until he grew very old and very ill too. He finally left the world and my grandma adopted another stray dog which is a female with black furs. But whenever I look into her eyes and she looks back at me too, it's as if I'm seeing Bobby's black eyes inside them, and once again Bobby is alive, but in a different body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So dear friends, do cherish your pets at home if you have one (especially dogs), because to them you're their everything, and their whole world. If you abandon them for whatever causes, it'll be as if their whole lives have been sucked out of them, and they'll be left with only void volumes inside their bodies. Don't be cruel to them. Once you willingly pick up the responsibility to take care of them, be sure you can hold it forever until their last seconds of lives, because they'll love you, and you'll have to love them too. If there's no reciprocity in a relationship, I'd rather that you don't establish it at all.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;End of story peeps. Cheers. And please love animals.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2081667549155020507-3678828038703449912?l=jamielee1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/feeds/3678828038703449912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081667549155020507&amp;postID=3678828038703449912' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/3678828038703449912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/3678828038703449912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/2011/09/story-of-dog.html' title='A Story of a Dog'/><author><name>JaMie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00002885372288297021</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/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/STZp5jRr6XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LrJnJs4WHFQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081667549155020507.post-8207031189888612495</id><published>2009-11-18T14:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T22:01:45.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hi</title><content type='html'>Oh hey everybody, I was just so surprised that after I've ignored and 'ditched' my blog for SUCH A LONG TIME, the number of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blog's&lt;/span&gt; readers still manages to reach 12000+! Wow! Give an applause man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;*clap clap*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, alright, enough of all those crazy and long-winded prologue. Anyway, I may give a detailed account about what I've done all these while. Alright, I will TRY to give a DETAILED one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff99ff;"&gt;August..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-still a relief teacher, teaching English and I've-forgotten-what-it-is subjects.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-hanging around shopping complexes with no actual aims.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;September..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-teaching.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-MOVED HOUSE. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;. Finally I left the one-storey house and moved into another bigger, more comfortable, and quieter, and of course more tranquil three-storey house. I've loved it so much, especially my own queen-sized bed. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*I'll upload the photos of my new house as soon as possible*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff99ff;"&gt;October..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-teaching.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-lazy to pick up my A-levels certificate until NOW.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-went to British Council near &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;KLCC&lt;/span&gt; with a friend after school to apply for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;IELTS&lt;/span&gt; test, and meanwhile suffered from the loss of a toenail. In fact, I'm still suffering from it. *sob*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff99ff;"&gt;November..till now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-been anxious and tired of not being able to go online. Especially when it was my birthday and I was so eager to go on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; to..YEA you know what it is. And yea, of course I've been able to do so out of some tricks and different ways of solutions. *winks*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-read, read, read. Crazy over different novels. Finished reading '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Slumdog&lt;/span&gt; Millionaire', 'Remember Me?' and 'Confessions of a Shopaholic' by Sophie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Kinsella&lt;/span&gt;, 'Paths of Glory' by Jeffrey Archer, and 'Ma, He Sold Me for A Few Cigarettes' by Martha Long.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-currently reading 'The Prisoner of Birth' by Jeffrey Archer. Next target, perhaps 'PS I Love You'.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-my work's gonna end soon in this week. Will the students miss me, and will I miss the students? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;-God Bless Me! For the IELTS I'll be taking on 21st and 23rd in this month! *nervous*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, that's all I think. Hands off the keyboard, till we meet again through words sometime in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2081667549155020507-8207031189888612495?l=jamielee1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/feeds/8207031189888612495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081667549155020507&amp;postID=8207031189888612495' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/8207031189888612495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/8207031189888612495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/2009/11/hi.html' title='hi'/><author><name>JaMie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00002885372288297021</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/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/STZp5jRr6XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LrJnJs4WHFQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081667549155020507.post-6034852706731048409</id><published>2009-08-20T14:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T14:47:31.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>god</title><content type='html'>Yesterday morning, I woke up late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My school starts at 7 15 am everyday, and I'm supposed to wake up latest at 6 20 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yesterday, I woke up at 6 40 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I was so late, so I rushed to the bathroom quickly. To speed up, I tried to half run so that I could use the minimal time to prepare myself for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on the way, I didn't see that there was a piece of broken glass on the floor. It was dark and I ran. And...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;OUCH~~~~~ I stepped, oh no, I kind of stomped my left foot heavily on the broken glass....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sole of my foot is thick enough to resist the pain, and for a normal person, he/she will just ignore it and walk away, not wanting to know what it is because he/she's already late for work. But due to some kind of reflex actions performed by the brain and nervous system, I quickly lifted up  my left foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And saw a whole stream of red blood flowing, OOZING out of the stabbed wound. NON STOP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD~~~~ I could feel my body weakening, ready to fall down anytime, especially when I was still so sleepy at that moment. But instead, I took out the glass stained by the wet blood, and then 'jumped' into the bathroom using another 'lucky' foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just bathed, and shivered throughout the whole process.  Oh man, I had to wear my mum's shoes, as I have nothing rather than a pair of high heels of my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's swollen, and I can see some patches of blood clots inside the foot sole. I couldn't walk properly without a pair of shoes, even when at home. I feel 'awkward' walking with bare, sliced foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a sad thing. And now i'm going to talk about a happy thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Edexcel releases the result. 6.00 am GMT, which means 1.00 pm here. I had to work in the morning so was unable to follow my friends to college to take the hard copy. As a result of it, I had a nervous morning that I kept on sms-ing and calling friends when I had no classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At sharply 1.00pm, after the school ended, I was in front of the computer in the computer lab, panicked while trying to type the address and log in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was unsuccessful at first. I stared blankly for a while, heart throbbed and retorted wildly, and I refreshed the page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There it was. GOD BLESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Thanks to all my friends who were/are with me yesterday and today, and had/have given me enough encouragements and supports.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Thanks to one of them who 'cursed' me yesterday, so that I would get nothing other than As. +) that's brilliant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Thanks to my parents. They soothed me when I was down yesterday. (I thought I failed to achieve because HELP didn't call me at all yesterday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Thanks to my siblings and relatives. Without them, there'll be no me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Thanks to those I'd not mentioned. You taught me a lot in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Thank God too.  Amitabha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2081667549155020507-6034852706731048409?l=jamielee1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/feeds/6034852706731048409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081667549155020507&amp;postID=6034852706731048409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/6034852706731048409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/6034852706731048409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/2009/08/god.html' title='god'/><author><name>JaMie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00002885372288297021</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/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/STZp5jRr6XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LrJnJs4WHFQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081667549155020507.post-5986819467069530458</id><published>2009-06-26T12:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T13:24:59.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP Michael Jackson</title><content type='html'>Michael Jackson is dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The King of Pop has died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was so unexpected!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning at around 8.30am, i was listening to Mix FM and hearing every word the DJs said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Michael Jackson passed away at 4.02pm(time in US).'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was like..WHAT? NO HE CAN'T DIE!!! YOU CAN'T BE KIDDING ME!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But indeed, he leaves us after a heart attack, after so many years of glory, and after leaving masterpieces of his music. He was an amazing man. A man who sang too many songs that are so familiar and catchy to us, no matter old or young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace, Michael Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;In Memories of MJ - You are not alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R9DDTiPzJCk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R9DDTiPzJCk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Another day has gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I'm still all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; How could this be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; You're not here with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; You never said goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Someone tell me why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Did you have to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; And leave my world so cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Everyday I sit and ask myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; How did love slip away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Something whispers in my ear and says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; That you are not alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; For I am here with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Though you're far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I am here to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; But you are not alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; For I am here with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Though we're far apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; You're always in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; But you are not alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; 'Lone, 'lone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Why, 'lone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Just the other night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I thought I heard you cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Asking me to come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; And hold you in my arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I can hear your prayers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Your burdens I will bear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; But first I need your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Then forever can begin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Everyday I sit and ask myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; How did love slip away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Something whispers in my ear and says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; That you are not alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; For I am here with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Though you're far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I am here to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; For you are not alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; For I am here with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Though we're far apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; You're always in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; For you are not alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Whisper three words and I'll come runnin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; And girl you know that I'll be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I'll be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; You are not alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; For I am here with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Though you're far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I am here to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; For you are not alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; For I am here with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Though we're far apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; You're always in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; For you are not alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; For I am here with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Though you're far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I am here to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; For you are not alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; For I am here with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Though we're far apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; You're always in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; For you are not alone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear this song is so emotional...I'm almost crying!!! You are not alone Michael Jackson!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;My another favourite song by him as well - Heal the World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jpz5eD9L4dA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jpz5eD9L4dA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;There's A Place In&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Your Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; And I Know That It Is Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; And This Place Could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Be Much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Brighter Than Tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; And If You Really Try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; You'll Find There's No Need &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; To Cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; In This Place You'll Feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; There's No Hurt Or Sorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; There Are Ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; To Get There&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; If You Care Enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; For The Living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Make A Little Space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Make A Better Place...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Heal The World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Make It A Better Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; For You And For Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; And The Entire Human Race&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; There Are People Dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; If You Care Enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; For The Living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Make A Better Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; For You And For Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; If You Want To Know Why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; There's A Love That&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Cannot Lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Love Is Strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; It Only Cares For&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Joyful Giving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; If We Try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; We Shall See&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; In This Bliss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; We Cannot Feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Fear Or Dread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; We Stop Existing And&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Start Living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Then It Feels That Always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Love's Enough For&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Us Growing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; So Make A Better World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Make A Better World...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Heal The World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Make It A Better Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; For You And For Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; And The Entire Human Race&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; There Are People Dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; If You Care Enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; For The Living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Make A Better Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; For You And For Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; And The Dream We Were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Conceived In&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Will Reveal A Joyful Face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; And The World We&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Once Believed In&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Will Shine Again In Grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Then Why Do We Keep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Strangling Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Wound This Earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Crucify Its Soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Though It's Plain To See&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; This World Is Heavenly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Be God's Glow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; We Could Fly So High&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Let Our Spirits Never Die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; In My Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; I Feel You Are All&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; My Brothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Create A World With&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; No Fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Together We'll Cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Happy Tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; See The Nations Turn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Their Swords&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Into Plowshares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; We Could Really Get There&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; If You Cared Enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; For The Living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Make A Little Space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; To Make A Better Place...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Heal The World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Make It A Better Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; For You And For Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; And The Entire Human Race&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; There Are People Dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; If You Care Enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; For The Living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Make A Better Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; For You And For Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Heal The World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Make It A Better Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; For You And For Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; And The Entire Human Race&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; There Are People Dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; If You Care Enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; For The Living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Make A Better Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; For You And For Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Heal The World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Make It A Better Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; For You And For Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; And The Entire Human Race&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; There Are People Dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; If You Care Enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; For The Living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Make A Better Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; For You And For Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; There Are People Dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; If You Care Enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; For The Living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Make A Better Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; For You And For Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; There Are People Dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; If You Care Enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; For The Living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Make A Better Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; For You And For Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; You And For Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; You And For Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; You And For Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; You And For Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; You And For Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; You And For Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; You And For Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; You And For Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; You And For Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; You And For Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;You And For Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P.&lt;br /&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/2081667549155020507-5986819467069530458?l=jamielee1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/feeds/5986819467069530458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081667549155020507&amp;postID=5986819467069530458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/5986819467069530458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/5986819467069530458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/2009/06/rip-michael-jackson.html' title='RIP Michael Jackson'/><author><name>JaMie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00002885372288297021</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/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/STZp5jRr6XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LrJnJs4WHFQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081667549155020507.post-6606840539449456638</id><published>2009-06-20T08:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T09:08:07.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LAZY BUMP~~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Exam is over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And i'm super-duper lazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And i still have lots of things to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;To-do list :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1. Get myself a prom dress. It's only 4 to 5 days to go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2. Watch lots of movies. Terminator Salvation! I still haven't watched it till now! *how sad*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3. Find a part-time job. Will inform everybody when i've got one. =,=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4. Comics comics comics!!!! I really have no idea since when i fall in LOVE with comics so much recently..but they're just awesome! =DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5. Twilight to finish reading! &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;6. Shopping..shopping..shopping..shopping!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;LOLZ guys, i shall write again when i regain my mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You know, it's only 9.12am in the early morning now. I still want to....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;SLEEP~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ciao! Have a great and wonderful break guys! =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2081667549155020507-6606840539449456638?l=jamielee1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/feeds/6606840539449456638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081667549155020507&amp;postID=6606840539449456638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/6606840539449456638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/6606840539449456638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/2009/06/lazy-bump.html' title='LAZY BUMP~~~'/><author><name>JaMie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00002885372288297021</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/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/STZp5jRr6XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LrJnJs4WHFQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081667549155020507.post-3148051035424776225</id><published>2009-04-20T17:38:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T19:02:39.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>may our paths meet again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mock practical is tomorrow and I'm still here online in blogger and especially facebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Can't help. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;These few days my mind is flying again. Flies to the future, flies to the forever. I've thought of many possibilities that may happen when time swifts, sometimes I smile when my mind stops at delightful things, and sometimes my heart sinks when I think of hurtful ones that I suppose, are happening and will happen soon no matter what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let it be, like a river flows. That's my quotation. I strongly believe in that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Time fleets huh. All have been too fast. Looking backward, and seeing forward, how many days had passed, and how many days are still left in our A-levels course?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's an 18-month course and now only 1 month or less remains. Mind you, I haven't deducted the holidays and weekends and sundays from the figure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Speaking of holiday, it's coming up in a few days time. But it isn't really a holiday officially. To be precise enough, it's a study break when we all still have to attend so-called extra classes for certain subjects in certain days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After all these, very soon and in a blink of eye, we'll all be separated from each other, CRUELLY, and we'll then continue with our own journey of life again, most probably all by ourself only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Another farewell, another 'bye-bye'. It's easy to say, but it's hard to really MEAN IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today, when I was listening to lectures, I actually wondered,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;'Mr Khoo, Miss Ng, and even Mr Ronnie, will I be able to meet you all again some time in future? When you're already so old, and when I'm already so grown up. Will you able to recognize you when the "some time" comes, and will I be able to recognize you as well? Sir, madam, will our paths meet again when time shuffles to what it will be later soon?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Same sentences go to my friends I've made with in college. Will our paths meet again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I recommend this song to you when graduating. For those who'd been choir members with me may ignore this, but it's a really a good song. The rhythm, the melody, and the lyrics. I don't believe if they don't touch your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;MAY OUR PATHS MEET AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;May our paths&lt;br /&gt;meet again&lt;br /&gt;as we travel on our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you always be my friend&lt;br /&gt;as I am yours today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you must travel your road&lt;br /&gt;as I must travel mine&lt;br /&gt;but may our paths&lt;br /&gt;meet again&lt;br /&gt;some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May our paths&lt;br /&gt;meet again&lt;br /&gt;as we strive to reach our dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May your road be not as steep&lt;br /&gt;as it may sometimes seem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you must travel your road&lt;br /&gt;as I must travel mine&lt;br /&gt;but *may our paths&lt;br /&gt;meet again&lt;br /&gt;some time.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sorry for not uploading the clip, as I couldn't find any nice and fine clips of choirs singing this. You may go watch it in youtube, specifically sung by PVMHS Concer choir. Although the voice quality is worsened due to maybe the recording, it's still worth hearing. I used to sing this song for choir performances when teachers retired and seniors graduated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Seriously, if you sing this song wholeheartedly and profoundly, you will cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Emotional song isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'times new roman';font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Conclusions for today :&lt;/span&gt; I'm sad and confused and hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'times new roman';font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Pledge starting from today : &lt;/span&gt;I will cherish all the moments left with my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'times new roman';font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Pleas made today :&lt;/span&gt; Friends, please don't leave me and disregard me when we're still together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love you guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:'trebuchet ms';" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;-lotsa love-jie min-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2081667549155020507-3148051035424776225?l=jamielee1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/feeds/3148051035424776225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081667549155020507&amp;postID=3148051035424776225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/3148051035424776225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/3148051035424776225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/2009/04/may-our-paths-meet-again.html' title='may our paths meet again'/><author><name>JaMie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00002885372288297021</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/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/STZp5jRr6XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LrJnJs4WHFQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081667549155020507.post-5547008170440810761</id><published>2009-04-20T17:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T17:49:34.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;In fact, peoples do notice my blog. Now only I realize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may consider me dumb and stupid, because, hey, the purpose of a blog is to put things related to you on the web and let everyone from every corner of the whole world see right? But haih, I rarely update my blog, so RARELY that I really feel so sorry for those who keep on urging and asking me to update my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sorry for the seldom update. No matter what, I really do hope that my blog could be more interesting than it is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so thankful and grateful for you guys have been reading my blog all these while. Although not many of you, I appreciate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless You. Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Last wish for today : Update my blog more often, at least to revitalize it a little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, I would have to abandon my twilight books aside to go online more frequently. Does it worth so? Hmmm..I really doubt that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I've become so so in love with the characters, especially.......nope. Not really Edward Cullen. Surprising huh? To be frank, I love Jacob more than any other of them in the twilight story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so sad of him, as his true love is not his, and Bella likes Edward and not him. So bad huh? Maybe werewolves are really destined to hate vampires as foes forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's only a.....what? Fairy tale? NO it may scare children, though kids may read the books faster than us. Twilight is merely a fantasy, only meant to be read and understood but not believed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad huh? That Edward and Jacob are not real in life. *sob sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2081667549155020507-5547008170440810761?l=jamielee1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/feeds/5547008170440810761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081667549155020507&amp;postID=5547008170440810761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/5547008170440810761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/5547008170440810761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/2009/04/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>JaMie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00002885372288297021</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/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/STZp5jRr6XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LrJnJs4WHFQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081667549155020507.post-3291363530497634136</id><published>2009-04-08T23:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T23:44:10.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOME</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bs3PoZoJIXc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bs3PoZoJIXc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you're outstation or overseas,&lt;br /&gt;you should listen to this song,&lt;br /&gt;and sing it with the lyrics posted at the side bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may touch your heart real deeply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ENJOY~*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2081667549155020507-3291363530497634136?l=jamielee1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/feeds/3291363530497634136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081667549155020507&amp;postID=3291363530497634136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/3291363530497634136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/3291363530497634136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/2009/04/home.html' title='HOME'/><author><name>JaMie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00002885372288297021</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/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/STZp5jRr6XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LrJnJs4WHFQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081667549155020507.post-6988538777902038597</id><published>2009-04-02T20:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T21:04:13.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tong Hua</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jyxxz7OwoR4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jyxxz7OwoR4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the English version of the song 'Tong Hua' (Fairy Tale).&lt;br /&gt;For those who can't read chinese, this cute Maplestory version of video is definitely worth having a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for those who know chinese, below is the lyrics. Anyway, I bet that most of you have already known about the lyrics pretty well. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" id="T_0" onclick="To('0')"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;童话&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" id="T_29" onclick="To('29')"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;忘了有多久&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" id="T_32" onclick="To('32')"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;再没听到你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" id="T_36" onclick="To('36')"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;对我说你最爱的故事&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" id="T_43" onclick="To('43')"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;我想了很久&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" id="T_46" onclick="To('46')"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;我开始慌了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" id="T_50" onclick="To('50')"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;是不是我又做错什么&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" id="T_57" onclick="To('57')"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;你哭着对我说&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" id="T_60" onclick="To('60')"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;童话里都是骗人的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" id="T_64" onclick="To('64')"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;我不可能是你的王子&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" id="T_71" onclick="To('71')"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;也许你不会懂&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" id="T_74" onclick="To('74')"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;从你说爱我以后&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" id="T_78" onclick="To('78')"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;我的天空星星都亮了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" id="T_85" onclick="To('85')"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;我愿变成童话里&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" id="T_89" onclick="To('89')"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;你爱的那个天使&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" id="T_92" onclick="To('92')"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;张开双手&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" id="T_94" onclick="To('94')"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;变成翅膀守护你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" id="T_99" onclick="To('99')"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;你要相信&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" id="T_101" onclick="To('101')"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;相信我们会像童话故事里&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" id="T_106" onclick="To('106')"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;幸福和快乐是结局&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" id="T_112" onclick="To('112')"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" id="T_141" onclick="To('141')"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;你哭着对我说&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" id="T_145" onclick="To('145')"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;童话里都是骗人的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" id="T_148" onclick="To('148')"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;我不可能是你的王子&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" id="T_155" onclick="To('155')"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;也许你不会懂&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" id="T_159" onclick="To('159')"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;从你说爱我以后&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" id="T_162" onclick="To('162')"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;我的天空星星都亮了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" id="T_169" onclick="To('169')"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;我愿变成童话里&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" id="T_173" onclick="To('173')"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;你爱的那个天使&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" id="T_176" onclick="To('176')"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;张开双手&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" id="T_179" onclick="To('179')"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;变成翅膀守护你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" id="T_183" onclick="To('183')"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;你要相信&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" id="T_185" onclick="To('185')"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;相信我们会像童话故事里&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" id="T_191" onclick="To('191')"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;幸福和快乐是结局&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" id="T_196" onclick="To('196')"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" id="T_197" onclick="To('197')"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;我要变成童话里&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" id="T_201" onclick="To('201')"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;你爱的那个天使&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" id="T_205" onclick="To('205')"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;张开双手&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" id="T_207" onclick="To('207')"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;变成翅膀守护你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" id="T_211" onclick="To('211')"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;你要相信&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" id="T_214" onclick="To('214')"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;相信我们会像童话故事里&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" id="T_219" onclick="To('219')"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;幸福和快乐是结局&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" id="T_225" onclick="To('225')"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" id="T_226" onclick="To('226')"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;我愿变成童话里&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" id="T_229" onclick="To('229')"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;你爱的那个天使&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" id="T_232" onclick="To('232')"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;张开双手&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" id="T_235" onclick="To('235')"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;变成翅膀守护你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" id="T_239" onclick="To('239')"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;你要相信&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" id="T_242" onclick="To('242')"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;相信我们会像童话故事里&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" id="T_247" onclick="To('247')"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;幸福和快乐是结局&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" id="T_252" onclick="To('252')"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" id="T_254" onclick="To('254')"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;幸福和快乐是结局&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/2081667549155020507-6988538777902038597?l=jamielee1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/feeds/6988538777902038597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081667549155020507&amp;postID=6988538777902038597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/6988538777902038597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/6988538777902038597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/2009/04/tong-hua.html' title='Tong Hua'/><author><name>JaMie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00002885372288297021</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/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/STZp5jRr6XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LrJnJs4WHFQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081667549155020507.post-1039308743216879130</id><published>2009-04-02T18:08:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T18:44:18.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jokes time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is an advertisement from Sunsilk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It actually shows the vanity of the women. So girls, please behave when you're with another lady, because you'll be the one who eventually get embarrassed. So what if you have beautiful hair huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*and one reminder, turn on the speaker as loud as possible. There's one sound you shouldn't skip*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b7202ebb640d4704" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db7202ebb640d4704%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332341232%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2D7A7D0FE13B136B015E477F9CCF0052C1D52DA4.3463B15A637F08D289577AFF8923901DA6B52289%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db7202ebb640d4704%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkDvZzFD63BulgSrzrBH9RbID3XY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db7202ebb640d4704%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332341232%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2D7A7D0FE13B136B015E477F9CCF0052C1D52DA4.3463B15A637F08D289577AFF8923901DA6B52289%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db7202ebb640d4704%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkDvZzFD63BulgSrzrBH9RbID3XY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one. (This singer really looks so much like my mum)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A7R9SFBLvIk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A7R9SFBLvIk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param nam=""&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to your mom guys. Otherwise, she may sing this song to you until you surrender,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Okay mum! I'll do it!!!! I'm sorry!!!! I promise that I WILL DO IT NOW!!!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering how her kids actually suffer with their mum practicing this song over and over again everyday at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i really admire her. How did she manage to sing the song that fast? She must have the motor-racing-tongue in order to sing that - a few words in just..a second?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's just the power of a mom. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;*I'm The Mom!!!!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TA-DA~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2081667549155020507-1039308743216879130?l=jamielee1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b7202ebb640d4704&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/feeds/1039308743216879130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081667549155020507&amp;postID=1039308743216879130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/1039308743216879130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/1039308743216879130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/2009/04/jokes-time.html' title=''/><author><name>JaMie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00002885372288297021</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/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/STZp5jRr6XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LrJnJs4WHFQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081667549155020507.post-8923154599524723721</id><published>2009-03-09T17:47:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T18:25:01.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never mind, Chong Wei</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I watched the Yonex All England Open Men's Single final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to say, I was a bit disappointed. How could Chong Wei lose to Lin Dan again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why again China must win? Why again is China the forever-badminton-champion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend sms-ed me right after the match, and she told me her great disappointment. Yea, I was sad too, to see Chong Wei making mistakes one after another, and Lin Dan gained points again and again with quite-an-ease. But both of us agreed that, Chong Wei played lots better than last year's Olympics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had you guys watched the semifinal when Chong Wei confronted Taufik Hidayat? That was a real great match. Both of them were very fast in every step but yet, Chong Wei managed to beat Taufik, sending him back home with big regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on the other side, Chen Jin surrendered to Lin Dan even before the match ended. Why would Chen Jin do that? Well, I doubt that China actually intended to....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, Chen Jin may not be able to defeat Chong Wei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend said, although Chong Wei lost the champion, he still made few spectacular saves and smashes. Yeah she's right. And I could hear the crowd of Malaysian audience cheering for Chong Wei even though it was Lin Dan who stepped on the champion stage instead of Chong Wei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the funniest thing was, I heard someone shouting from the audience seats when the second match reached 20-12. The person yelled so loudy that I could hear every word he/she say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"Lee Chong Wei, 我爱你!!!! (wo ai ni!!!!) "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Lee Chong Wei, I love you!!!!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god, was it a girl who screamed that out? Ah moi ah moi, Chong Wei has girlfriend already la. Haha =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the All England still ended up to be an all China affair. China is too strong, we all will have to admit this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, never mind Chong Wei. You still have other champions waiting for you. You're still the world's no.1, you are always the best in every Malaysian's heart. Because, you indeed make all of us proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gambathe in your future Chong Wei!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2081667549155020507-8923154599524723721?l=jamielee1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/feeds/8923154599524723721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081667549155020507&amp;postID=8923154599524723721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/8923154599524723721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/8923154599524723721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/2009/03/never-mind-chong-wei.html' title='Never mind, Chong Wei'/><author><name>JaMie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00002885372288297021</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/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/STZp5jRr6XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LrJnJs4WHFQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081667549155020507.post-1849324566827982122</id><published>2009-03-07T18:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T17:38:44.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, I'm here again. Yea, FINALLY I'm back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long has it been since I last blogged? Well, it's over one month. In this month many things have happened, and still are happening. For examples, family problem, friends' problems, my own problems of being indecisive, and the conflicts inside myself.  It's like a routine, a never-ending routine, comes round and round, and is not able to meet an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these while I'm inspired by many things, no matter they happened on me or other people, they indeed gave me a lot of feelings, mixed ones. And they too urged me to write all of them down in a diary, perhaps publish them in this blog as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But always, time is a factor, and environment is a factor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine? Alright, come to think of it. When your mum finds out your blog, and later then she keeps peeking at your blog occasionally when she feels like, and she will never forget your blog address - for she has already bookmarked it as the favourite; what would you feel? And most importantly, what would you write for your blog - your feelings, your thoughts, and your everything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm in this situation. When I start to write any post, I will have to think twice, and even thrice and many times, just in case I write something incorrect without knowing and the words about this 'wrong thing' will get into my mum's eyes, and there it will happen - sort of what you can think of when you accidentally step on a tiger's tail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I've been brave enough to write these paragraphs here. Maybe my mum will just happen to see this, or maybe not. I'm taking the risk. But still, I need to vent out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd been sick for about 2 weeks. In these 2 weeks I finally am able to figure out who care about me most and who do not. Some would say, 'hey go away. You're spreading the viruses'. I smiled but I so wanted to reply, 'it's bacteria.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But some wouldn't say anything. They just remained silent but intermittently, they broke the silence and asked, 'are you still okay? Have you seen any doctor yet?' My uncle even worked in actions. He straight away took out a bottle of chinese medicine pills and gave it to me for free. '3 times per day, and 5 pills each time.' That was only what he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although these may seem trivial, I feel warmth and love from them. A small concern, and a few sentences of care can just always keep me touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to hug me, you don't have to hold my hands. You just need to stand besides me, keep me accompanied and let everything be quiet. We're not talking but we understand each other. That's what the ultimate relationship means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, excerpting a sentence from the book series of Chicken Soup for Souls -&lt;br /&gt;"To feel the love of people whom we love is a fire that feeds your life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, is your life fired?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2081667549155020507-1849324566827982122?l=jamielee1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/feeds/1849324566827982122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081667549155020507&amp;postID=1849324566827982122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/1849324566827982122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/1849324566827982122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/2009/03/love.html' title='LOVE'/><author><name>JaMie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00002885372288297021</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/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/STZp5jRr6XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LrJnJs4WHFQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081667549155020507.post-3828324100226738560</id><published>2009-02-03T18:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T19:24:56.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>看不懂没关系</title><content type='html'>好久没用中文了, 就用中文写吧!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;星期六那天约了四位老友兼死党出街去, 我们五人翻闹了彼此的周末, 当然, 不是闹的不开心, 而是&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;真的很开心, 很开心.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我还记得那时在戏院外, 他又怪我,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;怎么不主动?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;对呀, 我也想知道, 为何我不主动?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那对方呢? 他说,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他不知道, 他说他不知道后, 就匆匆说要去睡觉了.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哼! 不知道不知道, 怎么那么没主见.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他说, 这也是一个答案啊.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;答案? 不知道是一个怎样的答案?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他说, don't know means probably yes, or probably no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哈哈, 说了等于没说.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;再问又怎样? 他还会说不知道.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不知道还是个答案啊!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哈哈, 给你来说, 你真的认为那是你要的答案吗?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;算了, 看来我们说了废话.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我也好想又语无伦次了.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你看不懂没关系, 因为一切都不关事, 都不重要.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;该停止写了, 免得要搞到进青山园.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哈哈, 开玩笑的啦.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;噢不, 等等, 还有, 大家还想出街吗? 要的话就告诉我吧, 我随时奉陪.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;百货公司还是回学校, 我都可以.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;朋友嘛, 哪能不见面, 对不?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2081667549155020507-3828324100226738560?l=jamielee1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/feeds/3828324100226738560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081667549155020507&amp;postID=3828324100226738560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/3828324100226738560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/3828324100226738560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='看不懂没关系'/><author><name>JaMie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00002885372288297021</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/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/STZp5jRr6XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LrJnJs4WHFQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081667549155020507.post-7358430708188022033</id><published>2009-01-27T19:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T11:42:18.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GONG XI FA CAI</title><content type='html'>Haha yea. Finally, Chinese New Year has come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And FINALLYY, the stupid and annoying exam is OVER. And the crazy study period when my daily activities were only sitting in front of the table and facing all kinds of black and white notes is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, WAS OVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god, i've been too excited. Cool down, cool down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a deep breath, and........PHEWWWWWWWWWWWWW(exhaling).....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, anyway, i had a wonderful union dinner at chu xi night. It was a steamboat dinner again, and it was fun. As we all talked about a lot of crap, and made fun with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday was the first day of chinese new year. Kind of boring(as it's another same routine again), but was FUN. Though surrounded by the 'syok-sendiri' adults(oops my uncles and aunties and parents, i'm so sorry XD), we children still managed to try many ways to chase the boredom away by creating and playing some 'useless' games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hey, i never realise that the economic recession can affect us, although we haven't started working yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year i'd got RM 900+++++ in overall, but till now, the ang pau money i've possessed has accumulated to only RM 500 something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T PUNCH ME, AND DON'T TRY TO ROB ME!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*police will catch you you know*haha*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's true that the ang pau money has shrunk this year. Haiz, besides sighing, what else can i do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, stop it, stop being too greedy. Although avarice is the natural behaviour of a NORMAL human, we should still avoid it in certain cases and circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, remember to call me out when you feel too bored and need a company. +)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, wish you guys a....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY GOLDEN OX YEAR!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2081667549155020507-7358430708188022033?l=jamielee1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/feeds/7358430708188022033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081667549155020507&amp;postID=7358430708188022033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/7358430708188022033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/7358430708188022033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/2009/01/gong-xi-fa-cai.html' title='GONG XI FA CAI'/><author><name>JaMie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00002885372288297021</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/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/STZp5jRr6XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LrJnJs4WHFQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081667549155020507.post-7858260576412476839</id><published>2008-12-28T18:59:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T13:33:22.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why not?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Once upon a time, when an old story started, a princess must always meet the prince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the princess must be beautiful, and the prince must be strong and handsome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if i overturn the tradition? When the princess no longer lives happily ever after with the prince, and the prince no longer loves the princess, and both prince and princess want to be freed from the enclosed palace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do I. I'm not as beautiful as princess, but i want to fly. There's a huge sky above us, but we never explore. We have no wings like birds do, so we can only walk on the ground, step on the earth, never knowing how to make our own wings, like the one the birds are having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three words,&lt;br /&gt;which seem pretty,&lt;br /&gt;in everyone's heart,&lt;br /&gt;but it isn't beautiful anymore,&lt;br /&gt;in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;because,&lt;br /&gt;love is a burden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past has passed, and the future is looming, while you are trying to peer in the present using your searching eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not having an eagle's eyes, and so you can't see as clearly as a vulture does. But so what? You have the brains, you can imagine, you can shape your own future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past is the past, which leaves only memories on you, no matter bad or good, no matter bitter or sweet, at least, you have something to reminisce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year will pass, and another year comes. Present will become the past, and the future will be the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a cycle isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craning up your head, look at the bird. The bird is chirping, but i feel like it's jeering at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea birdie, i know it's ridiculous. How can a human fly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, when the future comes, human may turn into birds, and birds will be human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the sky is full with human with wings, and the earth is crowded with birds with only legs and hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the earth revolves, the world evolves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, why not?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2081667549155020507-7858260576412476839?l=jamielee1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/feeds/7858260576412476839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081667549155020507&amp;postID=7858260576412476839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/7858260576412476839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/7858260576412476839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/2008/12/why-not.html' title='Why not?'/><author><name>JaMie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00002885372288297021</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/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/STZp5jRr6XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LrJnJs4WHFQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081667549155020507.post-8965165261115002599</id><published>2008-12-25T12:35:00.032+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T18:02:11.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>This is a special post for today's christmas. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;PART 1 : Christmas party in Kiara Park Condominium&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a wonderful christmas party on 23/12 night. Below are some pictures grabbed from tze en's blog. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/SVMXDMbwMnI/AAAAAAAAAQo/oPpEw5jg-_w/s1600-h/x%27mas+party+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/SVMXDMbwMnI/AAAAAAAAAQo/oPpEw5jg-_w/s400/x%27mas+party+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283592131480400498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Girls with their presents.&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/SVMYVjBHcMI/AAAAAAAAAQw/JyO6V-oFNzs/s1600-h/merry+x%27mas+party+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/SVMYVjBHcMI/AAAAAAAAAQw/JyO6V-oFNzs/s400/merry+x%27mas+party+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283593546291966146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We purposely crossed our legs like that, because we are superior and classy ladies! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/SVMZlyrdKoI/AAAAAAAAARA/6T6wVCOI5qc/s1600-h/merry+x%27mas+party+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/SVMZlyrdKoI/AAAAAAAAARA/6T6wVCOI5qc/s400/merry+x%27mas+party+3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283594924885617282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sherrie, I know it was your fingers! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/SVMaILZ0spI/AAAAAAAAARI/3uLm4ovtnSU/s1600-h/guys.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/SVMaILZ0spI/AAAAAAAAARI/3uLm4ovtnSU/s400/guys.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283595515638100626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You may wonder whether it was a girls' party but this picture will prove that you are wrong! They are the only guys (well, if include Rajiv who came late, it will be 4) who came for the party, and adrian was cooking his spaghetti sauce!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/SVMaw-wi85I/AAAAAAAAARQ/OD5-FR2KqVg/s1600-h/turkey.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/SVMaw-wi85I/AAAAAAAAARQ/OD5-FR2KqVg/s400/turkey.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283596216618382226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Turkey! Reminds me of the Mr Bean's movie again..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/SVMbO9u85sI/AAAAAAAAARY/E7oPgxtMqlg/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/SVMbO9u85sI/AAAAAAAAARY/E7oPgxtMqlg/s400/Image004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283596731739334338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My christmas present! It's actually a key chain, which seems a little too big to be hung to a bunch of keys. Heavy huh? Haha. Anyway, the santa claus is cute! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;*thanks tze en for the photos =)*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;PART 2 : Christmas eve in Genting Highlands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Went to genting highlands the next day after the christmas party with my family. It was the christmas eve and genting highlands was so cold that i felt like having a wonderful christmas season in a cold country, although there's still a small regret - no white snow! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/SVMdp83wEbI/AAAAAAAAARg/tqFUqVKwizI/s1600-h/clown%7E.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/SVMdp83wEbI/AAAAAAAAARg/tqFUqVKwizI/s400/clown%7E.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283599394387530162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This clown is a chinese and liked to bully me, as his job is to make fun of peoples XD. The girl besides him is my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/SVMe8GThaPI/AAAAAAAAARo/KIvAWr-VyAw/s1600-h/christmas+eve+in+genting.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/SVMe8GThaPI/AAAAAAAAARo/KIvAWr-VyAw/s400/christmas+eve+in+genting.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283600805669202162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A group of choir was presenting some christmas songs in the outdoor theme park together with the santa claus. And believe it or not, the santa claus was so emo that i never saw him smiling at anyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/SVMfi53BXxI/AAAAAAAAARw/hn9Au-o8icg/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/SVMfi53BXxI/AAAAAAAAARw/hn9Au-o8icg/s400/Image000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283601472343334674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Decorations in the First World Plaza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/SVMf7P_dIII/AAAAAAAAAR4/oyPXSQO9rFw/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/SVMf7P_dIII/AAAAAAAAAR4/oyPXSQO9rFw/s400/Image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283601890601148546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The deer was there but where is the Santa Claus? And most importantly, where are the presents? Haha. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;PART 3 : The randomness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Venues : - KLCC, The Curve, Times Square&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/SVMhQbtxIMI/AAAAAAAAASA/EM0MYYJzVio/s1600-h/Merry+christmas%7E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/SVMhQbtxIMI/AAAAAAAAASA/EM0MYYJzVio/s400/Merry+christmas%7E.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283603354037067970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Took it at a slanted angle. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/SVMhkqETHCI/AAAAAAAAASI/3QZPpnU0b4I/s1600-h/Tall+christmas+tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/SVMhkqETHCI/AAAAAAAAASI/3QZPpnU0b4I/s400/Tall+christmas+tree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283603701487049762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wow..this christmas tree is tall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/SVMiHT7gPJI/AAAAAAAAASQ/TKZzS26bNPQ/s1600-h/D+santa+is+lik+jumpin+to+d+tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/SVMiHT7gPJI/AAAAAAAAASQ/TKZzS26bNPQ/s400/D+santa+is+lik+jumpin+to+d+tree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283604296840002706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The little santa was like jumping to the tree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/SVMigqo2vjI/AAAAAAAAASY/6U5ehgIaals/s1600-h/Beautiful%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/SVMigqo2vjI/AAAAAAAAASY/6U5ehgIaals/s400/Beautiful%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283604732432530994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is really beautiful. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/SVMi5-tkAuI/AAAAAAAAASg/DT9JqSZPRpI/s1600-h/Entrance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/SVMi5-tkAuI/AAAAAAAAASg/DT9JqSZPRpI/s400/Entrance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283605167317713634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Entrance to the Christmas Wonderland of The Curve. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/SVMjlx-9n5I/AAAAAAAAASo/_ir2PjYmzXA/s1600-h/Times+square+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/SVMjlx-9n5I/AAAAAAAAASo/_ir2PjYmzXA/s400/Times+square+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283605919815278482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another christmas tree in Times Square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/SVMkMKbsloI/AAAAAAAAASw/o3ECZm_aeP4/s1600-h/twining+tree.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/SVMkMKbsloI/AAAAAAAAASw/o3ECZm_aeP4/s400/twining+tree.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283606579213276802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Twining stems with thick christmas leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/SVMk_nNGzAI/AAAAAAAAAS4/ds3RWyRqoJM/s1600-h/tq+santa+claus.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/SVMk_nNGzAI/AAAAAAAAAS4/ds3RWyRqoJM/s400/tq+santa+claus.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283607463110036482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Times square santa claus. Can I have the gifts? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, the last but not the least,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/SVMll6a198I/AAAAAAAAATA/gY7fcNp2keo/s1600-h/techristmas_celebration.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/SVMll6a198I/AAAAAAAAATA/gY7fcNp2keo/s400/techristmas_celebration.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283608121102956482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS TO EVERYBODY!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;(don't search for me in this picture, because i took it from the web XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;*we wish you a merry christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;we wish you a merry christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;we wish you a merry christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;and a happy new year~~!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2081667549155020507-8965165261115002599?l=jamielee1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/feeds/8965165261115002599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081667549155020507&amp;postID=8965165261115002599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/8965165261115002599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/8965165261115002599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>JaMie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00002885372288297021</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/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/STZp5jRr6XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LrJnJs4WHFQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/SVMXDMbwMnI/AAAAAAAAAQo/oPpEw5jg-_w/s72-c/x%27mas+party+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081667549155020507.post-6622456575378577534</id><published>2008-12-16T23:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T17:41:07.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When i was still...young?</title><content type='html'>I was too boring just now and so i went around clicking on all links i could see. And finally, i opened my MSN spaces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MSN spaces was once my blog, which records mostly on my high school life from year 2006 to 2007. The memories washed over me when i read the posts one by one. Haih, time flies, and now looking back, i was so innocent but yet so different at that time, as compared to what i am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below was one of the posts i wrote before. It's a chinese...poem? Haha, some stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27/01/2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jamieleejiemin.spaces.live.com/blog/cns%21FCFFA5C0FE7FDC8C%21126.entry"&gt;回家的感触&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;回到家&lt;br /&gt;面对四面墙&lt;br /&gt;噢&lt;br /&gt;爸妈又不在了&lt;br /&gt;吃什么好呢？&lt;br /&gt;打开冰箱&lt;br /&gt;净是无益零食&lt;br /&gt;看来&lt;br /&gt;我又要自己煮快速面吃了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;吃饱了&lt;br /&gt;洗个澡&lt;br /&gt;哎呀&lt;br /&gt;没沐浴露了&lt;br /&gt;怎么这么倒霉？&lt;br /&gt;好啦&lt;br /&gt;随便洗算了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;洗好澡了&lt;br /&gt;望着功课&lt;br /&gt;心想&lt;br /&gt;好懒咧&lt;br /&gt;不做吧&lt;br /&gt;休息休息&lt;br /&gt;之前上课太累了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;休息当中&lt;br /&gt;又想起你了&lt;br /&gt;你回家了吗？&lt;br /&gt;在干嘛？&lt;br /&gt;心情如何？&lt;br /&gt;有想我吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;突然&lt;br /&gt;电话响了&lt;br /&gt;举起话筒&lt;br /&gt;还未开口&lt;br /&gt;对方挂线了&lt;br /&gt;谁这么无聊啊？&lt;br /&gt;已不是第一次了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;抬头一望&lt;br /&gt;四点了&lt;br /&gt;收拾书包&lt;br /&gt;出发补习&lt;br /&gt;走在同一条路上&lt;br /&gt;经过同样的屋子&lt;br /&gt;我觉得好孤独&lt;br /&gt;好寂寞&lt;br /&gt;怎么我还是孤单一人？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;补完习&lt;br /&gt;回到家&lt;br /&gt;爸妈弟妹回来了&lt;br /&gt;家里好热闹&lt;br /&gt;好幸福哟&lt;br /&gt;终于&lt;br /&gt;见到你们了&lt;br /&gt;我不必&lt;br /&gt;再独自发呆了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是&lt;br /&gt;我还未开口&lt;br /&gt;你的声音&lt;br /&gt;先传入我耳朵&lt;br /&gt;超高的分贝&lt;br /&gt;刺痛了耳膜&lt;br /&gt;伤人的话语&lt;br /&gt;敲碎了我的心&lt;br /&gt;天&lt;br /&gt;你又来了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看来&lt;br /&gt;我又有得受了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, i should have written this to the school's magazines or the newspapers. It's quite nice isn't it? And really, not to bluff you, my chinese was not bad, especially when it comes to essay. My chinese teacher even said that i can be a chinese author in the future, if i buck up a little and have the passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now? Huh. Sorry teacher, my chinese is deteriorating nowadays. But what to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid that i'll regret one day for not having kept my chinese standard at a reasonable level all these while. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2081667549155020507-6622456575378577534?l=jamielee1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/feeds/6622456575378577534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081667549155020507&amp;postID=6622456575378577534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/6622456575378577534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/6622456575378577534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/2008/12/when-i-was-stillyoung.html' title='When i was still...young?'/><author><name>JaMie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00002885372288297021</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/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/STZp5jRr6XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LrJnJs4WHFQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081667549155020507.post-5581515970151303882</id><published>2008-12-11T15:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:11:39.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A tag which will definitely cover up a large portion of my blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Tagged by Scott...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. The rules of the game get posted at the beginning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Each player answers the questions about themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. At the end of the post the player then tags 5 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves a comment, letting them know they got tagged and to ask them to play and read your blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Starting time : 2:51pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Name : Lee Jie Min&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sisters : One.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brothers : One.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shoe size : In the range of 7-9. Big feet huh? haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Height : the same sensitive question again. 163-165cm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where do you live : Kepong, KL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Favourite drinks : Hmmm...mineral water??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Favourite breakfast : huh? I hate bread.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever been on a plane : Yeapz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Swam in the ocean : Played with water in the sea before. Is that considered swimming?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fallen asleep in school : yes YES!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Broken someones heart : Yea..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fell off your chair : hmm..i tink i'd never been so clumsy, but i do admit that, i made someone fell off his chair before.. ==&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sat by the phone all night waiting for someone to call : I'm not that..stupid, i guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saved e-mails : wow there're a lot in my inbox.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is your room like : My room? Argh i want to have my own room!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's right beside you : Coffee table&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is the last thing you ate : Rice, vegetables, tofu, sotong, prawns&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever had chicken pox : Yeapz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sore throat : Of course yes, but not now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stitches : yea, got it when i was 6 years old after the heart surgery, and the scar left on my body is scary!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Broken nose : NOOOO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you believe in love at first sight : hmm..like the one in fairy tales?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like picnics : hmm..dont know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who was the last person you danced with : HAHA..forgot because it's been a long long time ago!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last made you smile : Smile? hmm..oh yea, when i finally get the chance to go online now! (before this my wireless connection spoilt again..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You last yelled at : I yelled at many people i guess..perhaps last at wei jin? Sorry i know i'm not lady enough ++&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talk to someone you like : Just smiled at each other and nodded our heads a little??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kissed anyone : .....................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get sick : not sick now, but nearly last week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talked to an ex : Oops..is he considered my ex? I've not talked to him for a super-long time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss someone : HAHA. Of course i do. I miss everybody.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you sleep with stuffed animals : When i was young i guess. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's under your bed : rubbish? LOLZ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who do you really hate : Those who annoy me and think they're SO great while they're actually the stupidest peoples in the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What time is it now : 3.05pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;RANDOMS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q : Is there a person who is on your mind right now : Yup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q : Do you have any siblings : Yup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q : Do you want children : If the medicine industry has become more advanced and capable in the future, i think my answer is, yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q : Do you smile often : Think so. But many are fake smiles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q : Do you like your hand-writing : Yes! I think it's artistic and..aesthetic!! haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q : Are your toenails painted : Nope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q : Whose bed other than yours would you rather sleep in : Any bed in my house. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q : What colour shirt are you wearing : White.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q : What were you doing at 7:00pm yesterday : Preparing for the dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q : I can't wait to : sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q : When did you cry last : few weeks back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q : Are you a friendly person: How you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q : Do you have any pets : used to have a black dog and an aquarium of fishes, and then the dog killed himself after fighting with other male dogs for a female one, and all the fishes died because of their master who is, me. TT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q : Where is the person you have feelings for right now : At home, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q : Did the last person you held hands with you mean anything to you now? : Held hands?? Many years ago?? Oh yea she means a lot to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q : Do you sleep with the TV on? : NO. I don't have a tv in the bedroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q : What are you doing right now? : What a stupid question. What else can i do when i'm trying to finish up this so-far-the-longest tag?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q : Have you ever crawled through a window? : No~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q : Can you handle the truth? : Sure. I can always keep secrets. You can ask my close friends if you don't believe. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q : Are you closer to your mother or father? : When i was young, i always rejected my dad who wanted to hug me. Now, i'm close to both of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q : Who was the last person you cried in front of? : The wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q : How many people can you say you've really loved? : you, me, him, her, and them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q : Do you eat healthy? : Of course i do. I must have green vege in my every meal!! (except breakfast haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q : Do you still have pictures of you &amp;amp; your ex? : Haha. Separate ones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q : Have you ever cried because of something someone said to you? : I might become upset and depressed, but never cry in front of them, because i suppose, none of those i know had told me any really bad news before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How often do you go to church? : Oops i'm not a christian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q : If you're having a bad day, who are you most likely to go to? : I'll be alone with myself only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q : Are you loud or quiet most of the time? : Can be both. It depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q : Are you confident? : Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THINGS YOU DID 10 YEARS AGO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Bathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Watch tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Play computer games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Go to hospital for medical check-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Annoy a lot of people haha =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THINGS ON MY TO DO LIST TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Surf the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Read my newly purchased book - Memoirs of a Geisha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Watch television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. SMS perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 SNACKS I ENJOY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Muruku. haha i don't know how to spell it correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Chocolates~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Ice-cream, specially with chocolate flavours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Sushi, and Japanese crackers and biscuits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Sometimes i do enjoy candies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 THINGS I WOULD DO IF I WERE A BILLIONAIRE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Donate part of the money i have for charities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Buy a new car - i want a BMW!!!! WAHAHAHAH!!!!!!! (which is quite impossible for now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Buy a new house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Pay off all my tuition fees for my degree, and maybe master and PhD courses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Save it, and buy some market shares, of course, prudently. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 PLACES I HAVE LIVED IN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Cousin's house in Kajang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Cousin's house in Petaling Jaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Relative's house in Kepong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. INTI University College in Nilai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 JOBS I HAVE HAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A translator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. - 5. No more. Haha. But, i will surely get some part-time jobs when i'm free from a-levels course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 PEOPLE I TAG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. OMG.......getting too tired of this!!!  *,*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2081667549155020507-5581515970151303882?l=jamielee1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/feeds/5581515970151303882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081667549155020507&amp;postID=5581515970151303882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/5581515970151303882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/5581515970151303882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/2008/12/tag-which-will-definitely-cover-up.html' title='A tag which will definitely cover up a large portion of my blog'/><author><name>JaMie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00002885372288297021</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/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/STZp5jRr6XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LrJnJs4WHFQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081667549155020507.post-2291438689012828013</id><published>2008-12-03T17:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T19:03:17.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo piece, when I was too emo at that crucial moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;~Written at a starless friday night when i was all alone~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm trying to cheer myself up. Desperately trying. VERY HARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wonder what had exactly happened to me. Why? Why do these few days seem dull to me, why must things change, why must I adapt myself into something, and not something adapt itself into me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; few months back, we were just like strangers, not knowing each other, and not daring to talk more about yourself. Peoples say time washes away everything but why, why this thing does not happen to me; why when time passes by, I feel even more estranged, even more stray to them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I always love to look at the clock and think, and think whether I could wind back the clock, turn the time back to when I was still a little girl, still an innocent one, inexperienced and unknowledgeable, but were protected by everything, and away from every cruelty and reality of the nowaday society. Today, I met my little cousin. He is only 10 months old, looking so cute and so cheerful. He loves to smile when he looks at me, and the smile was so bright, and so real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I smiled back at him, and my whole body was warmed up by something called LOVE. Hey, he's just a little infant, who still has to cry to express his own language, and still doesn't know how to totter without people's guidance. But he does have such powerful charm that mesmerises me. For the first time, I saw a true angelic smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No wonder peoples love to imagine babies as flying angels with wings growing behind and a glowing star sticks held in little flappy hands. They are pure, and never contaminated. They are sincere, and never fake. They smile when they really mean it; and they cry when they are really upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But do look at the peoples around you. Had you ever believed them truly? If you had, had you ever been hurt because you believed too much? Adults do smile but the smile always doesn't mean a smile. There're malicious smiles, pretended smiles, bitter smiles, smug smiles, haughty smiles, and even unfathomable smiles. When a person smiles at you, you may have tot hink, why does he smile at me? Does he have any purpose? What he wants? Does he really mean it? What is he actually thinking in his heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why do we have to be like that, so paranoid, and so trapped by own values? Because the world has changed as the world evolves, peoples have changed as they grow up, you have changed as you develop into what you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can I go back to the time of 1 year ago? When I was happy with everybody I know, and when I was never alone whenever I was. Can I have the time again, when I could always search surreptitiously for the guy I used to love so much, even just a peek would make my heart throb so hard; and when my friends embraced me with all kinds of love and true friendships; and when they loved to shout at me, 'I LOVE YOU!!"???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time flees and leaves, and I'm still here, leading a lifeless life with hopes that dare not to be wished and expected. I'm learning, but I don't want to grow up. NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Can I always be a small kid, as I don't have to worry about anything, and just be happy forever&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/2081667549155020507-2291438689012828013?l=jamielee1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/feeds/2291438689012828013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081667549155020507&amp;postID=2291438689012828013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/2291438689012828013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/2291438689012828013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/2008/12/emo-piece-when-i-was-too-emo-at-that.html' title='Emo piece, when I was too emo at that crucial moment'/><author><name>JaMie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00002885372288297021</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/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/STZp5jRr6XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LrJnJs4WHFQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081667549155020507.post-5432439943385377118</id><published>2008-11-27T17:58:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T18:57:52.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got a tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The rules:- Link to your tagger and post these rules. List (8) random facts about yourself and tag (8) people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;¤ Random Facts ¤ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. Exam always sucks.&lt;br /&gt;2. Just finished both my practical mocks, and still. SUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;3. Life's boring.&lt;br /&gt;4. Am trying to enjoy my life now. TRYING.&lt;br /&gt;5. I want to sing sing Sing SIng SINg SING!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;6. oh yea, i'm now online. (swt)&lt;br /&gt;7. 6 hours exams marathon next tuesday. So you there, please tell me what to do. Biology 3 + Physics 3B &amp;amp; 4 + Statistics. Will you still stay calm when you look at this such mock exam timetable?&lt;br /&gt;8. Next monday, Biology written practical ( or is it unit 3B? oh gosh i forgot!! ); next wednesday, Biology 4; next friday, chemistry 3. Dear classmates, don't kill me when you're reading this. I'm just trying to remind myself of all these. TIME DOESN'T WAIT FOR US~!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;¤ Tags ¤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. richard&lt;br /&gt;2. carmen&lt;br /&gt;3. khye-ren&lt;br /&gt;4. weng hoong&lt;br /&gt;5. kim li&lt;br /&gt;6. huici&lt;br /&gt;7. ai teng&lt;br /&gt;8. scott&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;¤About me¤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Name :&lt;/span&gt; Lee Jie Min&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Nickname :&lt;/span&gt; a lot~~ almost all created by my friends haha.. A min, xiao min, Mum(still using?), Da du po, min min, kit mun(haha), Jamie(it's not a nickname huh?), etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;ame you wish you had :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;huh? I think my name is good enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;What do normally people make mistake of your name? :&lt;/span&gt; My middle name is JIE and yet there're many people (and lecturers and teachers) who loveee to call me JIA or JI or even worse, ZHAI (since when my name becomes zhai min??). Alright now, listen here and look at my mouth(pretend la), it's pronounced as JI-YEAH, JIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Birthday :&lt;/span&gt; just passed haha..15/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Birthplace :&lt;/span&gt; the mud of the city. So i'm a pure KL-ian. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Time of Birth : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;afternoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Single or Taken :&lt;/span&gt; single&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Zodiac Sign :&lt;/span&gt; scorpio..so-called mysterious horoscope. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;¤My Appearance¤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;How tall are you &lt;/span&gt;: 163 - 165 cm. Not so sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Wish you were taller:&lt;/span&gt; hmm..target is at least 170cm? haha no hope d wei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Eye color :&lt;/span&gt; Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Eye color you want :&lt;/span&gt; white....................................and black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Natural Hair color :&lt;/span&gt; Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Current Hair color :&lt;/span&gt; Black + maroon red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Short or long hair:&lt;/span&gt; not too long, and not too short?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Ever dye your hair a bizarre color :&lt;/span&gt; how bizarre? dye it white? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Feeling dramatic with your hair :&lt;/span&gt; huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Glasses or contacts :&lt;/span&gt; glasses and contacts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Do you wear make-up :&lt;/span&gt; eww...i hate make-ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Ever had hair extensions :&lt;/span&gt; what for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Paint your nails :&lt;/span&gt; Painted. Now no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;¤In the opposite gender¤&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;What color eyes :&lt;/span&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;What color hair :&lt;/span&gt; ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Shy or Outgoing :&lt;/span&gt; .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Sexy or Cute : &lt;/span&gt;hopefully sexy? haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Serious or Fun :&lt;/span&gt; ....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Older or Younger than you:&lt;/span&gt; a few months older?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;A turn on:&lt;/span&gt; ...................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;A turn off :&lt;/span&gt; ................................................. ( i didn't know there're such questions when i'm doing this tagging! I'm still single wei! ==)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;¤This or that¤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Flowers or Chocolates : &lt;/span&gt;Chocolates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Pepsi or Coke :&lt;/span&gt; coke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Rap or Rock :&lt;/span&gt; rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Relationship or One night stand :&lt;/span&gt; Relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Work or School :&lt;/span&gt; School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Love or Money :&lt;/span&gt; ohh! bothhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Movies or Music&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; music music music! music rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Country or City :&lt;/span&gt; Country&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Sunny or Rainy days :&lt;/span&gt; sunny days when it's cold, raniny days when it's too warm. haha crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;¤Have you ever¤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Lie :&lt;/span&gt; who never lie? Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Stole something:&lt;/span&gt; nope. well i think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;BUYSmoked :&lt;/span&gt; nooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Hurt someone close to you :&lt;/span&gt; yea..&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:130%;"  &gt;¤Favorites¤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Flower :&lt;/span&gt; Dont know? Maybe rose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Candy:&lt;/span&gt; ew..too sweet XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Song :&lt;/span&gt; of all kind, as long as it's nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Scent : &lt;/span&gt;soothing or calm type&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Color :&lt;/span&gt; pink? sky blue? black? no idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Movies:&lt;/span&gt; any famous ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Singer :&lt;/span&gt; lots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Word :&lt;/span&gt; i love you, thank you, sorry, you're pretty (haha perasannya..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Junk food :&lt;/span&gt; i love all!! except some that made me vomit before TT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Website :&lt;/span&gt; facebook! haha got addicted to it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Location:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;any place that is worth traveling&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Animal :&lt;/span&gt; dogs. They're cute, and the main thing is, they're loyal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;¤Misc¤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Ever cried over someone : &lt;/span&gt;yeapz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Is there anything you wish you could change about yourself :&lt;/span&gt; My face. Somehow too chubby and plump TT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Do you think you're attractive :&lt;/span&gt; haha, how you think then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;If you had to choose a fairytale as your life what would you choose:&lt;/span&gt; Aladdin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Do you play any sports: &lt;/span&gt;seldom. haha too lazy =P&lt;br /&gt;&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/2081667549155020507-5432439943385377118?l=jamielee1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/feeds/5432439943385377118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081667549155020507&amp;postID=5432439943385377118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/5432439943385377118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/5432439943385377118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/2008/11/got-tag.html' title='Got a tag'/><author><name>JaMie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00002885372288297021</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/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/STZp5jRr6XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LrJnJs4WHFQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081667549155020507.post-5158221013490538055</id><published>2008-11-22T18:34:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T19:16:19.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THANKS~!</title><content type='html'>Thanks a lot to those who never forget my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to those who celebrated my birthday at Kenny Roger's in Midvalley.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to those who stayed up till 12am when the first second of my birthday arrived and wished me happy birthday through sms.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to those who flooded my phone with all kinds of birthday messages.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to those who wished my happy birthday, no matter it was early, on-time, or late.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to those who sent me birthday mails.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to those who sang birthday song to me yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to those who purposely bought me presents.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to those who warmed me up when it was my 18th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Thank God that i'm legal now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the presents i received from friends, and it had been so sweet of them.&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/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/SSfjf3brB5I/AAAAAAAAAMs/1oeGCQFbH-Q/s1600-h/Top+view+of+cup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/SSfjf3brB5I/AAAAAAAAAMs/1oeGCQFbH-Q/s400/Top+view+of+cup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271432025455921042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;" &gt;1st present from Ky. It's a cup. Don't ask me why i didn't take the whole picture of it. I took, but it just couldn't be transferred from my phone to the laptop. *,*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/SSfk1hFO1FI/AAAAAAAAAM8/xQ0GxtgWRv4/s1600-h/Present+frm+al+of+dem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/SSfk1hFO1FI/AAAAAAAAAM8/xQ0GxtgWRv4/s400/Present+frm+al+of+dem.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271433496924968018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;" &gt;A 'bling bling' (as commented by my friend) bag from a whole bunch of my classmates. I'm now carrying it everyday to school!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/SSflSP-QoRI/AAAAAAAAANE/ivLIpJtNpsM/s1600-h/Present+frm+wj+adrian+n+scott.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/SSflSP-QoRI/AAAAAAAAANE/ivLIpJtNpsM/s400/Present+frm+wj+adrian+n+scott.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271433990548529426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;The last-but-not-the-least present, a penguin soft toy from wei jin, adrian and scott. It's so cute and cuddly that i didn't even mind when wei jin said it looks like me..!! (well, i'm as cute as the penguin! haha) Anyway, i saw this during an outing in One Utama yesterday, and in fact wei jin bought it from the same shop in the same place. LOLZ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, once again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU!! YOU GUYS ROCK!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;-lotsa love-jie min-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2081667549155020507-5158221013490538055?l=jamielee1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/feeds/5158221013490538055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081667549155020507&amp;postID=5158221013490538055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/5158221013490538055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/5158221013490538055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanks-lot-to-those-who-never-forget-my.html' title='THANKS~!'/><author><name>JaMie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00002885372288297021</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/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/STZp5jRr6XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LrJnJs4WHFQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/SSfjf3brB5I/AAAAAAAAAMs/1oeGCQFbH-Q/s72-c/Top+view+of+cup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081667549155020507.post-7080671241061348060</id><published>2008-11-20T17:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T17:52:54.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When love knocks your door</title><content type='html'>There's no hints or omens when love arrives;&lt;br /&gt;It just comes, and invades you heart;&lt;br /&gt;and you,&lt;br /&gt;you are always willing to be deluged by it;&lt;br /&gt;you are unable to resist it;&lt;br /&gt;and yet,&lt;br /&gt;you never retort;&lt;br /&gt;and so,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder,&lt;br /&gt;is love a force,&lt;br /&gt;or an anaesthetic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;-written by a sudden inspiration-lotsa love-jie min-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2081667549155020507-7080671241061348060?l=jamielee1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/feeds/7080671241061348060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081667549155020507&amp;postID=7080671241061348060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/7080671241061348060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/7080671241061348060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-love-comes.html' title='When love knocks your door'/><author><name>JaMie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00002885372288297021</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/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/STZp5jRr6XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LrJnJs4WHFQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081667549155020507.post-2456479144503392353</id><published>2008-11-20T17:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T17:45:37.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>你是人生的导演</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;时间在走，地球在转。&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;人总要长大，尽管你再那么依依不舍；日子终究会流逝，尽管你是那么想挽留。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;人在变，心在变，环境在变，一切都在变。&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;由不得你控制。&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;看开吧！日子就是这样。 没有酸甜苦辣的日子， 怎叫人生？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;有悲，有喜；&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;有不开心，有很开心；&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;有号啕大哭，有哈哈大笑；&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;有苦涩暗中流泪，也有欢喜暗自窃笑。&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;看开点，放手吧！不开心？你能适应。不愉快？你能改变它。再也不能像以前真心开口大笑？是借口。人生不是道路，它是一个会到达最高点的楼梯；你在慢慢爬，可每个梯级代表一个阶段，会不一样，也会让人措手不及。&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;穷则变，变则通。别让人生控制你，反之，你是人生的主人。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Be the wielder of your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2081667549155020507-2456479144503392353?l=jamielee1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/feeds/2456479144503392353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081667549155020507&amp;postID=2456479144503392353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/2456479144503392353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/2456479144503392353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='你是人生的导演'/><author><name>JaMie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00002885372288297021</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/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/STZp5jRr6XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LrJnJs4WHFQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081667549155020507.post-6133426663922368853</id><published>2008-11-09T17:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T18:16:40.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honey, honey.. (it means an irony actually)</title><content type='html'>I'm recently quite busy with lots of things, although you guys who have added me in msn see me online everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What sort of things i'm busy with? Well, the list goes like this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. UN day. Yeah, another event again by United Nations. This time, it's a race. A RACE.&lt;br /&gt;2. Secretary jobs. I wonder whether i still have to deal with it in the following meetings.&lt;br /&gt;3. Homework. You can often see this word in my blog, because i'm trying to keep on reminding me that, i still haven't finished my homework.&lt;br /&gt;4. UN meetings. It's like having no end. OMG. Can i get out of this endless eddy?&lt;br /&gt;5. Tests and MOCK EXAMS. Speechless here, because i'm getting annoyed and depressed by them.&lt;br /&gt;6. Studies. I would better start studying now. Oh no. I SHOULD HAVE STARTED STUDYING A LONG TIME AGO!&lt;br /&gt;7. Acappella. Heard from my choir juniors that the acappella group is starting soon. Feeling excited about it, and hoping that it doesn't clash with my 'kind-of-jam-packed' schedule.&lt;br /&gt;8. Preparations of UN day. And of course, it's a headache again.&lt;br /&gt;9. Preparations for next SAT exam. I've never realised that my english is that bad until i try to challenge the SAT critical reading questions, and i was so overwhelmed with the profound vocabulary and 'sort-of-weird-and-idiosyncratic' sentence structures and writing styles. Is that because American English is somehow different from Britain English? Hmm..i doubt that. Alright, I ADMIT THAT MY ENGLISH IS BAD!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;*sob sob*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, dedicate one song which suits the list of things stated above so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;*Honey honey, how you thrill me, ah-hah, honey honey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt; Honey honey, nearly kill me, ah-hah, honey honey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt; I'd heard about you before &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt; I don't want to know some more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt; And now I know what they mean, you're a hatred machine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt; Oh, you make me dizzy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And, honey, to say the least, you're a dog-gone beast. =,(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;-saying I WANT TO BE MYSELF!!!-jie min-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2081667549155020507-6133426663922368853?l=jamielee1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/feeds/6133426663922368853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081667549155020507&amp;postID=6133426663922368853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/6133426663922368853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/6133426663922368853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/2008/11/honey-honey-it-means-irony-actually.html' title='Honey, honey.. (it means an irony actually)'/><author><name>JaMie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00002885372288297021</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/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/STZp5jRr6XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LrJnJs4WHFQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081667549155020507.post-812425887473718969</id><published>2008-11-09T17:24:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T17:42:41.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I WANT TO BE MYSELF!!!</title><content type='html'>I WANT TO GO OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO HANG OUT. I WANT TO GO ROUND AND ROUND IN SHOPPING COMPLEXES. I WANT TO HAVE FUN WITH MY BUDDIES. I WANT TO BOMBARD THE WHOLE WORLD WITH MY INSANITY AND ECCENTRICITIES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;skip WHO meetings on fridays..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*shhhhhhhh........dont tell wei jin please =( he's gonna kill me*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, reality always goes against my hopes. Looking skyward, i'm trying to ask the God,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'When can I have my own self?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; *sighing heavily and pathetically*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO HAVE MY OWN LIFE. WITH YOU GUYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVEN'T WATCHED MAMA MIA, NOR MY FAVOURITE HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL. ALL THESE ARE TOO CRAZY! TOO ABNORMAL FOR ME! I WANT CINEMAS! I WANT MOVIES!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;aiyor liang po po..if you're reading this, please tell me what to do.. TT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;-minds stuck up and obviously dejected-jie min-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2081667549155020507-812425887473718969?l=jamielee1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/feeds/812425887473718969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081667549155020507&amp;postID=812425887473718969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/812425887473718969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/812425887473718969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-want-to-be-myself.html' title='I WANT TO BE MYSELF!!!'/><author><name>JaMie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00002885372288297021</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/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/STZp5jRr6XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LrJnJs4WHFQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081667549155020507.post-7982638789745926317</id><published>2008-11-06T18:49:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T19:20:12.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of the mementos of class 5K'07 of SMK Kepong Baru</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CxIN79n4jVo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CxIN79n4jVo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Many nights we've prayed&lt;br /&gt;with no proof anyone could hear&lt;br /&gt;In our hearts a hope for a song&lt;br /&gt;We barely understood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we are not afraid&lt;br /&gt;Although we know there's much to fear&lt;br /&gt;We were moving mountains&lt;br /&gt;Long before we ever knew we could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There can be miracles&lt;br /&gt;When you believe&lt;br /&gt;Though hope is frail&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to kill&lt;br /&gt;Who knows what miracles&lt;br /&gt;You can achieve&lt;br /&gt;When you believe&lt;br /&gt;Somehow you will&lt;br /&gt;You will when you believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this time of fear&lt;br /&gt;When prayer so often proved in vain&lt;br /&gt;Hope seemed like the summer birds&lt;br /&gt;Too swiftly flown away&lt;br /&gt;Yet now I'm standing here&lt;br /&gt;With heart so full I can't explain&lt;br /&gt;Seeking faith and speaking words&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*There can be miracles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you believe&lt;br /&gt;Though hope is frail&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to kill&lt;br /&gt;Who knows what miracles&lt;br /&gt;You can achieve&lt;br /&gt;When you believe&lt;br /&gt;Somehow you will&lt;br /&gt;You will when you believe...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They dont always happen when you ask&lt;br /&gt;And it's easy to give in to your fears&lt;br /&gt;But when you're blinded by your pain&lt;br /&gt;Can't see the way, get throught the rain&lt;br /&gt;A small but still, resilient voice&lt;br /&gt;Says hope is very near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat * &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Oh yes, it's Mariah Carey again, but she's singing duet with Whitney Houston this time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hey 5K fellows, do you all still remember this song? We had sung this song before for the inter-class choir singing competition held during English Fortnight. We sang this with Miss Assunta's guidance, and although we won no prizes, this song has been instilled in many of us and me. To tell the truth, i'd already memorised(alright, actually i never intended to memorise it, it just goes into my mind and is then being stored in the long-term memory without realising) every single word of the lyrics.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This song recalls a lot of my high school memories. And too, the miracle of Obama winning as the newly elected United States president.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Come to think of it, Obama can be a president, so why can't you? Well, you may not be able to be a country leader in the future, but, who knows what miracles you can achieve?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Remember, you will when you believe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2081667549155020507-7982638789745926317?l=jamielee1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/feeds/7982638789745926317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081667549155020507&amp;postID=7982638789745926317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/7982638789745926317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/7982638789745926317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/2008/11/one-of-mementos-of-class-5k07-of-smk.html' title='One of the mementos of class 5K&apos;07 of SMK Kepong Baru'/><author><name>JaMie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00002885372288297021</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/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/STZp5jRr6XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LrJnJs4WHFQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081667549155020507.post-2308736847736024787</id><published>2008-11-06T18:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T18:48:44.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hero</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FVhrIfaPKxw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FVhrIfaPKxw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While youtube-ing, i listened to this Hero song sung by Mariah Carey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's a comment which touches my heart a lot. He said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;'this makes me think of myself, because ive had to be there for myself a lot. and i realised now that i can carry on with my life with just myself :D '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, i agree with him so much. My life is mine, and no other people's else. You choose the path and the path has chosen you, you have no other options but to continue walking till the end of it. You have to be alone with yourself always, but no worries, because there's a hero inside your heart. Discover it, and make full use of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Mariah Carey, because she reminds me that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;A hero lies in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2081667549155020507-2308736847736024787?l=jamielee1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/feeds/2308736847736024787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081667549155020507&amp;postID=2308736847736024787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/2308736847736024787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/2308736847736024787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/2008/11/hero.html' title='Hero'/><author><name>JaMie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00002885372288297021</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/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/STZp5jRr6XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LrJnJs4WHFQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081667549155020507.post-6397518789298810610</id><published>2008-11-03T14:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T19:12:57.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh stop being lazy~!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;TIME IS RUNNING OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yet, i'm still so relaxed, while the lecturers keep on reminding us that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;'We still have how many months..OH NO! How many WEEKS more to go for your mock exam to come?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosh. It's already weeks, and not months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey people out there, tell me how i can ward off my laziness and indolence~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you some evidences of me being lazy at home, and at college sometimes :-&lt;br /&gt;1. I will go online everyday, despite the tests that will be held the next day, and the homework being accumulated.&lt;br /&gt;2. I never finish my maths and statistics homework, NEVER ON TIME.&lt;br /&gt;3. I only studied when the test was just around the corner(and yet, it was always already at the corner), and then gave lots of moans of regrets of not studying properly.&lt;br /&gt;4. I never revise after each lesson or lecture.&lt;br /&gt;5. Chemistry lectures are always like a lullaby to me, which almost lulls me to sleep in the comfortable air-conditioned classroom. (sorry chemistry lecturer, no offence here *.*)&lt;br /&gt;6. I would rather watch television than to finish up my homework.&lt;br /&gt;7. My heart would pound so fast when Mr Khoo approached me and gave me something like a smile on his face(sort of, and it only scares me, and reminds me of that of sardonic kind), because he might ask, 'Hey jie min, finished your homework?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i would just try to give him back the smile(which makes me look more like grimacing my face), and say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Sir, in the progress............................'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;*i'm so sorry mr khoo* T.T&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list has not come to an end yet, because there's still much much MORE~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to be hardworking, but my efforts seem so frail to overcome my desire and mind which ask me to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;RELAX~~ CHILL~~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too relaxed, i'm too chilled! Stop it girl! Stand up and gain more momentum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, we might switch to another topic. I'd recently taken the SAT exam on 1st of november, and it was like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finishing up 80 chemistry questions in 1 hour,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;75 physics questions in 1 hour,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;and 50 mathematics level 1 questions in 1 hour!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands were kind of shivering at that time when i tried to rush for all questions, and there were quite some moments when my mind turned blank for a few seconds, and cold perspiration on my palms. Luckily, i managed to finish all the questions, with some answers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tembak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear, i'm still having another SAT Reasoning Test(critical reading, writing and mathematics) in the coming December! Wishing that i can do better.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;keeping my fingers crossed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, i should go offline now. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;NO MORE PROCRASTINATION!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*well, hopefully*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;-losta love-jie min-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2081667549155020507-6397518789298810610?l=jamielee1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/feeds/6397518789298810610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081667549155020507&amp;postID=6397518789298810610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/6397518789298810610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/6397518789298810610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/2008/11/time-is-running-out.html' title='Oh stop being lazy~!'/><author><name>JaMie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00002885372288297021</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/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/STZp5jRr6XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LrJnJs4WHFQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081667549155020507.post-5520948295887600496</id><published>2008-10-31T17:53:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T18:15:39.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 3 miraculous words - I love you</title><content type='html'>It's sad when you love someone but never receive the love in return, but it's happy when someone loves you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when someone tells you he/she loves you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#99ffff;"&gt;My heart melts when my friend says,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;'Hey dear, i love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;And i will give him/her a grin, and say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;'Thanks, i love you too.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;I'm touched and triumphant when my family says,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'A min, i love you.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#99ffff;"&gt;And i will smile, with tears glistening in my eyes, and whisper,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;'Ya, i love you too.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#99ffff;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#99ffff;"&gt;armth wraps around me like a soothing blanket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of thanks to those who love me. It's wonderful to love and to receive love. But never, hide the love inside you. Instead, say it out, LOUDLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guys, please shout at me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;'I LOVE YOU!!!!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;*thanks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;-lotsa love-jie min-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2081667549155020507-5520948295887600496?l=jamielee1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/feeds/5520948295887600496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081667549155020507&amp;postID=5520948295887600496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/5520948295887600496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/5520948295887600496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/2008/10/3-miraculous-words-i-love-you.html' title='The 3 miraculous words - I love you'/><author><name>JaMie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00002885372288297021</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/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/STZp5jRr6XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LrJnJs4WHFQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081667549155020507.post-7520311930402422962</id><published>2008-10-30T17:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T18:00:01.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're the WILD BUGS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/SQmFlLOmTwI/AAAAAAAAAMk/-LwhX9B5FDU/s1600-h/DSC00004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262884513274810114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/SQmFlLOmTwI/AAAAAAAAAMk/-LwhX9B5FDU/s400/DSC00004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hey guys. Find yourself here. It's such a beautiful photo, as everybody looks so cool and awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on wild bugs, let's rock the whole hall upside down! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-lotsa love-jie min-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2081667549155020507-7520311930402422962?l=jamielee1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/feeds/7520311930402422962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081667549155020507&amp;postID=7520311930402422962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/7520311930402422962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/7520311930402422962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/2008/10/were-wild-bugs.html' title='We&apos;re the WILD BUGS'/><author><name>JaMie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00002885372288297021</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/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/STZp5jRr6XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LrJnJs4WHFQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/SQmFlLOmTwI/AAAAAAAAAMk/-LwhX9B5FDU/s72-c/DSC00004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081667549155020507.post-577424800183794981</id><published>2008-10-28T17:32:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T18:28:07.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prepare for the craziness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hi guys. Welcome to my blog. First and foremost, i would like to warn you first that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gone quite crazy and maniac nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't believe? Have a look on my photos below and you'll be startled and then believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262142196470336562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/SQbicpo1TDI/AAAAAAAAAMM/kCKReZhz1hw/s320/DSC03075.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Insane huh? Haha. Show you another more eccentric one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262139379434131618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/SQbf4rXEEKI/AAAAAAAAAL8/XCu2IvAYTWs/s320/DSC03078.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;HAHAHAHA...don't worry, i'm not having a stroke, but was just having some fun with the camera. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Alright back to normal(don't wonder what'd happened to me, because i'm still fine as ever, just that my nerves were not in right connection with each other at that moment haha). I'd been back from the United Nations camp on Saturday night, and i suppose that i'd suffered a little..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Because of the stupid leeches!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can you imagine that? I'd got bitten by 3 leeches in just 1 and a half days, and the blood just couldn't stop oozing and flowing out for hours.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's normal that the blood can't clot, but it's abnormal if the blood keeps on flowing from the evening till the next morning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262141866546237298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/SQbiJckzD3I/AAAAAAAAAME/2xrVy_BbP5w/s320/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know it's disgusting, but it's the first leech bite that had caused my blood to flow frpm the first evening till the second morning, even after i'd seeked help from my friend who tied a cloth around my knee tightly as a purpose to stop the blood. But the blood streams flowing on my leg show that it didn't work at all. Actually a reminder here, plaster shouldn't be applied on the leech scar, as told by my friend. So now this plaster had been removed since long, leaving a dark-red scar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262144186656213234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/SQbkQfqHyPI/AAAAAAAAAMU/6zJefZR2xbw/s320/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Second scar. I never realised this till the second morning. This was good, because the blood didn't flow out much and stopped very quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I didn't take the picture of the third leech bite. It was just below my first one. Got bitten by leeches is not the worst thing, because you will never feel the pain. And just because of the reason, my track bottom, leg and arm(i was resting my hand on my leg) had been soggy with all my blood when i discovered that, and the smell stunk.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It's a good enough experience actually. I'd never had the chance to see the leeches that bit me, as the leeches had already escaped when i found out, but i'd seen other leeches that bit my friends and my friend's shoes!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Okay, i should stop this 'creepy' and 'scary' post now. Haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Leaving blogspot now. Byez guyz.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-losta love-jie min-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2081667549155020507-577424800183794981?l=jamielee1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/feeds/577424800183794981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081667549155020507&amp;postID=577424800183794981' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/577424800183794981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/577424800183794981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/2008/10/prepare-for-craziness.html' title='Prepare for the craziness'/><author><name>JaMie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00002885372288297021</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/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/STZp5jRr6XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LrJnJs4WHFQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/SQbicpo1TDI/AAAAAAAAAMM/kCKReZhz1hw/s72-c/DSC03075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081667549155020507.post-3985471657668558653</id><published>2008-10-17T18:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T19:30:36.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A paper and a me</title><content type='html'>I wrote his name on a paper, and stared at it for a while. My mind started to race and traverse in the past, and my eyes were blank, and tearless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;-So what?-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I whispered this to myself, but i realised, i found that it didn't work, at least for me, at least for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard somebody told me, that memory is like words being engraved on a hard rock, it will never fade away unless somebody destroys it; and future is like bubbles and froth, it seems beautiful when it appears, but after all its shines and brilliance, it will pop into nothing, leaving only a wonderful but yet unreal hallucination and illusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Forget it-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It's always easier when you speak than when you do. I asked myself to forget it, but my mind told me not to. I must remember, and i want to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminiscence brings about well-beings. I created it as my favourite quotation, but sometimes i do wonder, is that true all the time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-I miss you-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I touched the name with my fingers, and my eyes gazed and then half-closed. My lips curved and i smiled. This time, it will never be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sensation of satisfication rammed up to my brain, and i would say it again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Ohya, i miss you-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2081667549155020507-3985471657668558653?l=jamielee1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/feeds/3985471657668558653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081667549155020507&amp;postID=3985471657668558653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/3985471657668558653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/3985471657668558653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/2008/10/paper-and-me.html' title='A paper and a me'/><author><name>JaMie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00002885372288297021</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/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/STZp5jRr6XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LrJnJs4WHFQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081667549155020507.post-8268357910367523187</id><published>2008-10-09T17:38:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T19:37:16.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Advertisement Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, i think it's quite late to post this post, but once again, i have to blame my..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAMNED WIRELESS CONNECTION!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wireless connection has been down for more than a week since the days before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hari&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;raya&lt;/span&gt;. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Telekom&lt;/span&gt; people had come and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Sorry la~~ Tu server &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;di&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;telekom&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sana&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sudah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;rosak&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;saya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;akan&lt;/span&gt; repair &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;dia&lt;/span&gt;..'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And he had come 3 times one short in one day, and then ended up with nothing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;REPAIRed&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Soli&lt;/span&gt; la~~ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;esok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;kami&lt;/span&gt; off. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Lepas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;hari&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;raya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;baru&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;boleh&lt;/span&gt; repair la~~'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;SWT&lt;/span&gt;~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, all of my family had suffered for not being online during &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;hari&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;raya&lt;/span&gt; holiday, when all of us were free from jobs and schools. But still, WAT TO DO??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;hari&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;raya&lt;/span&gt; holidays ended. 3 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Telekom&lt;/span&gt; people(they were not the one who came before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;raya&lt;/span&gt;) came to my house and tried to REPAIR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then their conclusion was,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Bukan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Telekom&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;punya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;masalah&lt;/span&gt; la. U &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;tengok&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;kami&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;bawa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;punya&lt;/span&gt; modem &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;boleh&lt;/span&gt; online. U &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;punya&lt;/span&gt; modem &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;sudah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;rosak&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;atau&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;cpu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;awak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;ada&lt;/span&gt; problem.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;SSSWWWWTTTTTTT&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, a bit of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; connection is solved. I emphasize again, it's A BIT of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; connection. How a bit is a bit? Well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not going to describe it now. Peace off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; carried away too far from the main topic!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, come back, come back. Uh-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;(clearing throat a little), well, ladies and gentlemen, i proudly present to you our...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/SO3TsYKjQtI/AAAAAAAAALA/g6SSfhrI9LE/s1600-h/GetAttachment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255089099565646546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/SO3TsYKjQtI/AAAAAAAAALA/g6SSfhrI9LE/s320/GetAttachment.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff66;"&gt;(you can click on it to have it enlarged if it's too small for you =])&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It will be fun, and you will get a &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;certificate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for it if you join this camp. This camp is organised for the charity purpose, and so the money we gain from this camp will be donated to the Beautiful Gates Foundation, a place where disabled people live and find their warmth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It's &lt;em&gt;RM70 per person(including a t-shirt, so it's really cheap!), &lt;/em&gt;but if you're registering in a &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;group of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;, you'll be given a discount, in which all the 4 of you will have to pay only &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;RM60 individually&lt;/span&gt;. So, what are you still waiting for? Grab your friends and enjoy the promotion here now! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;deadline&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;registration&lt;/span&gt; is next &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt;(i know it's kinda late to tell you all this), but it should be alright if you still want to register after that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Alright, will be pleased to see you appearing in our camp. Just contact me or any other people that are stated in the poster for further information.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hope to hear from you soon~! ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*oh wait wait~~! One more exciting thing i would like to tell you all.. Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows is really awesome..i just can't put it down even though my homework is again accumulated to a scary height! =P*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Okay, okay, that's all guys. Love ya and have a nice day. Bravo~! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;-lotsa love-jie min-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2081667549155020507-8268357910367523187?l=jamielee1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/feeds/8268357910367523187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081667549155020507&amp;postID=8268357910367523187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/8268357910367523187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/8268357910367523187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/2008/10/advertisement-time.html' title='Advertisement Time'/><author><name>JaMie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00002885372288297021</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/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/STZp5jRr6XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LrJnJs4WHFQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/SO3TsYKjQtI/AAAAAAAAALA/g6SSfhrI9LE/s72-c/GetAttachment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081667549155020507.post-6427374490507362212</id><published>2008-09-23T18:31:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T19:01:59.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, literally based on the title, it's a continuous post of the previous one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;But, fewer words, and more pictures~!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249163033524523906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/SNjF971XU4I/AAAAAAAAAKI/pGD1GmipzjA/s320/My+lantern.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is my lantern~! Don't ever frown when looking at this picture, and then laugh at me, 'You still small meh~~' Mind you, Mooncake Festival is a very important festival for chinese, and may it be long-lasting in every chinese's heart. It's actually the lantern i 'borrowed' from Wei Jin on 12/9/08, 2 days before the Mooncake Festival, in my college friend's house at Sunway SPK, meanwhile celebrating her birthday together. And it'd been really fun! Thanks Paik Hwa for such wonderful party~! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249164621087267538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/SNjHaV90WtI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ylHD9rnNy0I/s320/At+sunway+spk.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Others with their own lanterns at a playground in Sunway SPK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249165103129835426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/SNjH2ZtuN6I/AAAAAAAAAKY/EmSO-H8BPy0/s320/Cleaning+body.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Very cute huh? It's a new-born little puppy licking his/her(i'm not so sure of its gender, since there are 2 white puppies, 1 male and the other female!) fur clean. It's reared by my relatives in Pahang, and was just born by its mother which actually 'XXX'-ed with her son. =P. How i wish i could cuddle it home at the first sight i saw it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/SNjJFIhfxaI/AAAAAAAAAKo/lVNdAo2h_Wc/s1600-h/U+sleep+i+sleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249166455724819874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/SNjJFIhfxaI/AAAAAAAAAKo/lVNdAo2h_Wc/s320/U+sleep+i+sleep.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You sleep, I sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249166752870898898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/SNjJWbepHNI/AAAAAAAAAKw/rrBsRU1PpDg/s320/Feeding+milk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The mother dog feeding her 3 cute puppies milk~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/SNjJofbH6GI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ARNDCNe_oIk/s1600-h/Sleepin+soundly+on+hips.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249167063167527010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/SNjJofbH6GI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ARNDCNe_oIk/s320/Sleepin+soundly+on+hips.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sleeping soundly on my sister's lap~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The puppies are really really lovable~! I kind of envy my relatives too, for their own family is having 3 adult dogs and 3 puppies as pet at home! Actually they intended to give all the puppies away to other people, once the puppies stopped their breast-milk-feeding( i wonder what i shall call it as) period. But so sadly, all of them had been 'booked' by other 3 people~!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Just accepting the fact that, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;LATE~!&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/2081667549155020507-6427374490507362212?l=jamielee1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/feeds/6427374490507362212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081667549155020507&amp;postID=6427374490507362212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/6427374490507362212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/6427374490507362212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/2008/09/back-2.html' title='Back 2'/><author><name>JaMie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00002885372288297021</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/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/STZp5jRr6XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LrJnJs4WHFQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/SNjF971XU4I/AAAAAAAAAKI/pGD1GmipzjA/s72-c/My+lantern.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081667549155020507.post-2973249501210070716</id><published>2008-09-23T17:27:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T19:08:05.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;WOW~!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i'm not getting too excited, but,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW~! It has really been quite such long long time since i last blogged~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain't lazy, but to blame my 'sucks'-ing wireless connection. It's slow, so slow that i might consider the crawling of a snail to be faster than it, so slow that i nearly bawled in front of my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily i quelled my anger, if not, i would have banged my whole laptop into shreds and patches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this blog is another post of crap again. I have to acknowledge that, i have no idea on what to write for my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain is stuck. Oh, got stuck by what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let me list some : -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;1) UN camp. Have alwayz been so busy preparing for it, especially the sponsorship, games, and e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;vents. So you guys, do come to our camp, as not to waste our efforts to make it a successful one!&lt;br /&gt;2) Homework. Oh. I nearly forgot that, i still have 23 statistics questions yet to be finished(and handed in the day after tomorrow), and what worse comes to worse, all the questions are so similar tat you will retch and even vomit facing those digits and the same formulae over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;And not to forget too, my chemistry worksheets~! *faint*&lt;br /&gt;3) Miss. The 'miss' here doesn't mean an unmarried lady, nor lose or fail something important. I miss my high school life. I only realised it that i'd missed all my high school life and friends so much when one of my college classmates suddenly shouted during lecture,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;'I hate college la~~'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree with him. Really, and truly. If you're hoping to leave your high school as soon as possible, as i'd been thinking about it so strongly last time, please listen to me, and be prepared for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, my college life has been a routine all these time, which repeats everyday without fail, and bores all of us who then feel a great emptiness in ourselves. Same lecturers, same teaching methods, same droning voices, and same boredom during every lecture, or even during practical. Same same same. All are just the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH DEAR! When can i just GET OUT OF THIS??!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what my university life will be, especially i'm alone, all by myself, overseas perhaps(if and only if), staying with all the 'same-ness'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will cry, i will weep, i will even wail, not because of homesickness, but, the BOREDOM that will haunt me, till i may squat in front of it, and pray,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Please please~~ let me go!'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, just assume that i've been day-dreaming. Notwithstading, i don't agree with my friend's philosophy, who insists on his own idea, that life is always miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, till now, i still haven't sensed the misery in my life. Life is sometimes boring, but it can be cheerful, joyous, and triumphant at times too. Life just depends on the person who lives in it. It's not MISERABLE. Life is painted with al sorts of colours that can be found in our sights, and not just black and white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i don't believe it will fruit, if i debate and vindicate with his philosophy, as i'd tried before and gave up. I just can feel sad for him, even if he will really become another Socrates in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now indulging and soaking myself in the sea of books, as i've recently bought myself a series of books - The Abhorsen's Trilogy, during my visit at MPH bookstore Midvalley last friday after class. I'm reading the first, Sabriel, and the story has now climbed to the climax. Anyway, i've decided to put the book aside first, perhaps out of my sight(i just cant stop reading it), as there's still a huge pile of homework waiting for me to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, Sabriel rocks~! Fantasy rocks~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i wanna borrow the 7th book of Harry Potter, The Deadly Hallows, and read read read~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*cough cough* Tuan-tuan dan puan-puan, mind to lend me yours?! *wink naughtily*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2081667549155020507-2973249501210070716?l=jamielee1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/feeds/2973249501210070716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081667549155020507&amp;postID=2973249501210070716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/2973249501210070716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/2973249501210070716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/2008/09/back.html' title='Back'/><author><name>JaMie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00002885372288297021</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/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/STZp5jRr6XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LrJnJs4WHFQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081667549155020507.post-7718278400565398164</id><published>2008-08-14T10:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T10:43:38.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Dave &amp; The Mummy</title><content type='html'>Yesterday i watched 2 movies one short in one day. The first movie i watched was,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Dave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/SKOX4tmM1LI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/xBQj7nsr6IY/s1600-h/meet+dave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/SKOX4tmM1LI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/xBQj7nsr6IY/s320/meet+dave.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234194192502936754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched this show at midvalley with friends. It's a funny comedy, starred by Eddie Murphy, who acts as a really minuscule captain from another planet, as well as his spaceship which was shaped to look like him. If you feel like relaxing your stressed life, i would really recommend you to watch this show. You would burst into laughters~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'In fact, that is my another name..Dave Ming Cheng!'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wakakaka~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, at night, i went to Metro Prima to watch this with my family,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/SKOZJ6DmxrI/AAAAAAAAAKA/bA6w5PsoPuc/s1600-h/mummy+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/SKOZJ6DmxrI/AAAAAAAAAKA/bA6w5PsoPuc/s320/mummy+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234195587416901298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm...i don't really love this show. Personally i think that it's quite fake, that Zi Yuan and her daughter, Lin could live for thousands of years with immortality. The tomb of the chinese emperor could arise just because a drop of pure blood drops on the diamond, and somehow, i feel that Alex just doesn't look like having a so-called 'son', Jonathan. Both of them do look young don't they? Or in the olden days, people did have the secret of immortality which could prevent the youths from fading away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's just a show. There's no need to be too serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, the next movie to go : -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WALL-E!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2081667549155020507-7718278400565398164?l=jamielee1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/feeds/7718278400565398164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081667549155020507&amp;postID=7718278400565398164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/7718278400565398164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/7718278400565398164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/2008/08/meet-dave-mummy.html' title='Meet Dave &amp; The Mummy'/><author><name>JaMie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00002885372288297021</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/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/STZp5jRr6XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LrJnJs4WHFQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/SKOX4tmM1LI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/xBQj7nsr6IY/s72-c/meet+dave.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081667549155020507.post-4079056685498134762</id><published>2008-08-13T18:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T10:02:42.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One World One Dream</title><content type='html'>Wang Lee Hom contributed a lot for the Beijing Olympics 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He participated in the torch relay by sparing some of his busy time, and flying to Athens, a such far-away country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, he too composed and wrote a song for this Beijing Olympics, with the title - One World One Dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the lyrics : -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6LY_fZjb8QU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6LY_fZjb8QU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the picture of Wang Lee Hom himself with his song : -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uLMoMZ48TCs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uLMoMZ48TCs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, why must he be so handsome, so fascinating, and so appealing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this song entitled 'One World One Dream' is just awesome, fabulous, touching, and wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain't exaggerating, because, I do think that this song is better than other Olympics songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to China! For being successful to have such grand and mesmeric opening ceremony on 8/8/08. All eyes are on China now, and no doubt, China has tried their best to show the whole world that, China could make it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'One World One Dream&lt;br /&gt;Till The End of The Time&lt;br /&gt;One World One Dream'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's cheer for Beijing Olympics 2008!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2081667549155020507-4079056685498134762?l=jamielee1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/feeds/4079056685498134762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081667549155020507&amp;postID=4079056685498134762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/4079056685498134762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/4079056685498134762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-world-one-dream.html' title='One World One Dream'/><author><name>JaMie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00002885372288297021</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/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/STZp5jRr6XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LrJnJs4WHFQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081667549155020507.post-2691896860471016098</id><published>2008-07-23T15:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T15:41:12.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged, again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rules :&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Each player of this game starts off with 15 weird things/habits/little known facts about yourself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 15 weird things/habits/little known facts as well as state this rule clearly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. At the end, you need to choose 10 people to be tagged and list their names.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. No tags back!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````&lt;br /&gt;1. I want to watch 'The Dark Knight'!! (i know watching it isn't weird)&lt;br /&gt;2. I miss you. Not other person. It's you.&lt;br /&gt;3. I gonna learn how to make sushi.&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm tired of thinking of facts or things about me. I've got such a tag for many times. Can't think of any others. Should i repeat the same thing written for the past tags over and over again?&lt;br /&gt;5. I pity my WHO head. He's too stressed recently that he seems to get insane soon. After all, leading a team isn't easy.&lt;br /&gt;6. I love my chemistry lecturer.&lt;br /&gt;7. I want to have a dog.&lt;br /&gt;8. I can forget things easily. I can be such forgetful that i'm searching for my spectacles with my contact lens already put on my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;9. I don't understand myself. My mind is blank and void when i look into my eyes in the mirror, thinking in my heart, 'who am I?' (thought i know i'm not a spiderman. cold. -,-lll)&lt;br /&gt;10. I'm moving to a 3-storey terrace house next year. Those who want to visit me(or just my house) can inform me before you come. I'm always welcoming you, especially if you want to volunteer yourself to help us move house. =P&lt;br /&gt;11. I have no appetite at all when i'm depressed, sad, and emotional. Strange huh?&lt;br /&gt;12. I often talk about nonsense nowadays. I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;13. There's a b*sta*d in my class, everybody hates him.&lt;br /&gt;14. I can love a subject when it's easy, and hate it when it's freaking hard.&lt;br /&gt;15. My mind is distorted and distracted by something else, something that i don't like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would like to tag :&lt;br /&gt;alright, i really have no idea. Just be nice for this time. I'm not going to tag anybody. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2081667549155020507-2691896860471016098?l=jamielee1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/feeds/2691896860471016098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081667549155020507&amp;postID=2691896860471016098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/2691896860471016098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/2691896860471016098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/2008/07/tagged-again.html' title='Tagged, again'/><author><name>JaMie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00002885372288297021</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/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/STZp5jRr6XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LrJnJs4WHFQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081667549155020507.post-8269020140797701049</id><published>2008-07-18T18:30:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T13:04:10.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Aid Course</title><content type='html'>Attention to HELP University College students,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are interested in joining the First Aid Course organised by World Health Organisation(WHO), United Nations, please spare some time to read the details below :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Date : 26/7/2008 &amp;amp; 2/8/2008 (Saturdays)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Time : 8.50am - 5pm(approximately)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Venue : Wisma HELP, DSA, fifth floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Cost : RM80 (including certificate and practical exam - don't worry, it's not difficult at all to pass)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Trainer : Mr Chan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you hope to register for this course, or for more enquiries, just message or e-mail me(jamielee_1511@hotmail.com) as soon as possible(latest by next week before the first aid course which will start on next saturday).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or in a better way, e-mail to &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;lwjin90@hotmail.com&lt;/span&gt; to inform the WHO head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This first aid course(especially the certificate!) is quite useful if you wish to pursue medicine degree in university. It's a helpful stepping stone for your medicine career in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to hear from you soon! Thanks for your time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2081667549155020507-8269020140797701049?l=jamielee1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/feeds/8269020140797701049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081667549155020507&amp;postID=8269020140797701049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/8269020140797701049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/8269020140797701049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/2008/07/first-aid-course.html' title='First Aid Course'/><author><name>JaMie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00002885372288297021</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/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/STZp5jRr6XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LrJnJs4WHFQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081667549155020507.post-7076145278344704506</id><published>2008-07-18T17:05:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T13:11:25.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's be '8'</title><content type='html'>Tagged by Khye-Ren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;8 things I'm passionate about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. family&lt;br /&gt;2. friends and buddies&lt;br /&gt;3. music&lt;br /&gt;4. maths&lt;br /&gt;5. science&lt;br /&gt;6. handphone&lt;br /&gt;7. laptop&lt;br /&gt;8. exciting and challenging things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;8 things I say too often&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. sorry&lt;br /&gt;2. thank you&lt;br /&gt;3. what??!&lt;br /&gt;4. i'm so tired, so sleepy. I want to sleep&lt;br /&gt;5. hahahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;6. i dunno lo&lt;br /&gt;7. zadao..&lt;br /&gt;8. oh no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;8 books I read recently&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. Biology Edexcel book - Respiration &amp;amp; Coordination&lt;br /&gt;2. Core Mathematics(didn't read actually, i just opened it to do my homework)&lt;br /&gt;3. Statistics 1(i only read the chapter 1 when i was asked to by my lecturer)&lt;br /&gt;4. The Chronicles of Narnia - all 7 series&lt;br /&gt;5. Adolescence&lt;br /&gt;6. The Psychology of Women&lt;br /&gt;7. Forensic and Criminal Psychology&lt;br /&gt;8. Are newspapers and lecture notes considered as books?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;8 songs I could listen to over and over again:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Four Minutes - Madonna &amp;amp; Justin Timberlake&lt;br /&gt;2. Touch My Body - Mariah Carey&lt;br /&gt;3. My Heart Will Go On - Celine Dion&lt;br /&gt;4. Girlfriend - Avril Lavigne&lt;br /&gt;5. Apologise - Justin Timberlake&lt;br /&gt;6. Beautiful Liar - Beyonce &amp;amp; Shakira&lt;br /&gt;7. Complicated - Avril Lavigne&lt;br /&gt;8. Wei Ni Xie Shi - Kenji Wu&lt;br /&gt;(and many songs more..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;8 things I learnt for the past years:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Driving is not easy.&lt;br /&gt;2. Saving money is for a better future.&lt;br /&gt;3. Do not be extravagant, instead, be thrifty.&lt;br /&gt;4. Change a new hair style, change to a new me.&lt;br /&gt;5. Life without worries, duties, and things to do is meaningless; it makes me suffer from insomnia every night. Non-schooling time is MISERABLE.&lt;br /&gt;6. Have fun when you are still young.&lt;br /&gt;7. There are sure some ways to make new friends and socialise in a whole new environment; adapting into it is easy if you are not passive in communicating with others.&lt;br /&gt;8. Leadership sounds cool, but it's a heavy burden, in which you have to carry it with lots of obligations, stresses, and accuses. I had learnt to be optimistic in everything. Happy-go-lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;8 people I tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(all my ex-choir members)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ai Teng&lt;br /&gt;2. Shu Ting&lt;br /&gt;3. Kien Lam&lt;br /&gt;4. Michael Beck&lt;br /&gt;5. Wei Jian&lt;br /&gt;6. Jonathan Liew(if you are looking at this and want to revive your blog)&lt;br /&gt;7. Chee Kan&lt;br /&gt;8. Joanne Lim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2081667549155020507-7076145278344704506?l=jamielee1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/feeds/7076145278344704506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081667549155020507&amp;postID=7076145278344704506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/7076145278344704506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/7076145278344704506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/2008/07/lets-be.html' title='Let&apos;s be &apos;8&apos;'/><author><name>JaMie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00002885372288297021</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/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/STZp5jRr6XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LrJnJs4WHFQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081667549155020507.post-6545301956036176142</id><published>2008-07-15T22:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T22:18:44.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One day</title><content type='html'>One day, when i will be brave enough, i will do what i want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say it out. I will no longer hide it in my heart, veil it under a mere grin, a bitter smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more of resentment. No more of being depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can overcome it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can DO it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;If and only if, there's such an 'one day'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2081667549155020507-6545301956036176142?l=jamielee1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/feeds/6545301956036176142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081667549155020507&amp;postID=6545301956036176142' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/6545301956036176142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/6545301956036176142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-day.html' title='One day'/><author><name>JaMie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00002885372288297021</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/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/STZp5jRr6XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LrJnJs4WHFQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081667549155020507.post-1735279721616563400</id><published>2008-07-09T18:41:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T17:45:38.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing crapper than rubbish</title><content type='html'>Sleepy. Dozy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the first impression i have when i start my college life this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the one-month holiday, i had turned to become a really lazy girl, who just sat on the sofa all day long so comfortably, so still, and so seldom to have even a move of limbs, watching drama shows, one after another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, college life begins. Compared to the time i woke up at during holidays, i'm waking up real early every day now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(alright, still not earlier than the time when i was in high school. But, i didn't have classes for such long till 4 pm!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6am, 7am. Oh, how i wish i could lie on the bed for even a single second more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then get stuck in the horrible and terrific traffic jam on the way to college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, attend classes till evening, when the 'sleeping bugs' approach me, and haunt my mind, asking me to,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;SLEEP~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never have the chance to take a nap again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, it's alright, i guess so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you a joke, again. I read it today when i was in college. It might not be funny to you, but i'm sure that it's really cold and freezing. The joke is roughly like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#99ffff;"&gt;One day, a doctor had to go outstations for a week due to his busy work, and thus his wife was left alone at home. His wife was a weak and fragile lady who could just fall sick at anytime without anybody's care. The doctor was worried for he loves his wife so much. He began to think of ways out and finally, he came out with a solution which he thought it's brilliant. And the solution was --------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#99ffff;"&gt;---- to give his wife 7 apples. one apple eaten each day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Because, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;'An apple a day keeps the doctor away~~'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Those who created it are creative. At least.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm hungry. 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/1735279721616563400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/1735279721616563400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/2008/07/nothing-crapper-than-rubbish.html' title='Nothing crapper than rubbish'/><author><name>JaMie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00002885372288297021</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/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/STZp5jRr6XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LrJnJs4WHFQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081667549155020507.post-5497205870207756860</id><published>2008-07-02T18:55:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T19:48:36.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heal the World</title><content type='html'>Let's heal the world.&lt;br /&gt;Before the world is struck by one disaster after another.&lt;br /&gt;Before the world has more people suffering in plights.&lt;br /&gt;Before there are more deformed foetus born,&lt;br /&gt;And more puny children begging for food,&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile seeing education as a such far and remote and unreachable hope,&lt;br /&gt;And more starvations happening in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before anything worse approaches expectedly, try to heal the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it's impossible to be healed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Say3_j9o3oQ&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;There's A Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;In Your Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;And I Know That It Is Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;And This Place Could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Be Much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Brighter Than Tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;And If You Really Try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;You'll Find There's No Need To Cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;In This Place You'll Feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;There's No Hurt Or Sorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;There Are Ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;To Get There&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;If You Care Enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;For The Living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Make A Little Space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Make A Better Place...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Heal The World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Make It A Better Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;For You And For Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;And The Entire Human Race&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;There Are People Dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;If You Care Enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;For The Living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Make A Better Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;For You And For Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;If You Want To Know Why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;There's A Love That&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Cannot Lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Love Is Strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;It Only Cares For&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Joyful Giving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;If We Try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;We Shall See&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;In This Bliss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;We Cannot Feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Fear Or Dread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;We Stop Existing And&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Start Living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Then It Feels That Always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Love's Enough For&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Us Growing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;So Make A Better World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Make A Better World...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Heal The World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Make It A Better Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;For You And For Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;And The Entire Human Race&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;There Are People Dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;If You Care EnoughFor The Living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Make A Better Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;For You And For Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;And The Dream We Were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Conceived In&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Will Reveal A Joyful Face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;And The World We&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Once Believed In&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Will Shine Again In Grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Then Why Do We Keep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Strangling Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Wound This Earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Crucify Its Soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Though It's Plain To See&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;This World Is Heavenly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Be God's Glow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;We Could Fly So High&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Let Our Spirits Never Die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;In My Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I Feel You Are All&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;My Brothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Create A World WithNo Fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Together We'll Cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Happy Tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;See The Nations Turn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Their Swords&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Into Plowshares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;We Could Really Get There&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;If You Cared Enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;For The Living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Make A Little Space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;To Make A Better Place...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Heal The World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Make It A Better Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;For You And For Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;And The Entire Human Race&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;There Are People Dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;If You Care Enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;For The Living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Make A Better Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;For You And For Me(x2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;There Are People Dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;If You Care Enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;For The Living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Make A Better Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;For You And For Me(x2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;You And For Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;You And For Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;You And For Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;You And For Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;You And For Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;You And For Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;You And For Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;You And For Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;You And For Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;You And For Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;You And For Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's 'Heal the World' by Micheal Jackson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love him, if he didn't undergo his plastic sugeries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He does care about the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2081667549155020507-5497205870207756860?l=jamielee1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/STZp5jRr6XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LrJnJs4WHFQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081667549155020507.post-4545511135117742116</id><published>2008-06-28T15:07:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T16:16:53.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lame Jokes.......and so cold =,=</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Having stressed with your studies?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Getting bored with your routine life?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Having no chance to have even a bare smile?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So if you know chinese, do read the jokes below. They will definitely make you laugh, and brighten your whole day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;=)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;*#~+写给某人的情书+~#*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;亲爱的xxx：　　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我对妳1见钟情，绝无2心，想照顾妳3生3世，因为我偷偷上妳的网站4次，妳那迷人的5官，总让我6神无主，一颗心7上8下，99不能平息，如果我的满分是10分，妳一定不止11分，起码也该有12分，只可惜我讨厌13这个数字，不然妳一定有14分，如果再加上妳的聪明那又不止15分，16分妳一定还嫌少，所以我给了妳17分。　　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我今年18岁，再过几天就19岁，也就是我还未满20岁，今年大概会二一呗，所以得交22万的学费，其实我的智商是阿甘的23倍，只是，我24小时都在睡。　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　 我猜妳今年未满25岁，26我也无所谓，27跟我还是很配，28也不过才大我10岁，29的女人据说最美，30我会考虑考虑呗，31我应该没这么衰， 32我会开始反胃，33我宁愿自己一个人睡，34妳敢钓我，我娘也才35岁，但我还是想送妳36朵玫瑰，但摸摸口袋我只剩37块，户头也只剩38元，因为跟女友分手在39天前，手机每天得打40块。　　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;永远记得41天前，写下42句爱她的誓言，还有43种我想的永远，却只换来44CC真情的眼泪，加上45夜辗转难眠，老实说我打了46句废言，其实妳该从47句开始看，但是妳都看到了第48句，只写49又觉得怪怪的，那就哈啦到50，凑个整数吧！　　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第51句我要说声我想妳，第52句我要说声我爱妳，但第53句我暂时还没想到，所以直接跳过54句，来到55句，这时我想起56分前的妳，不知道妳有没有想起57分钟后的我？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我在这想了58分钟又59秒，我总共找到60种想妳的念头，61个爱妳的理由，62句适合我俩的情话，还有63段电影浪漫的邂逅，虽然我也找到妳64个小缺点，但幸好我也找到妳65个优点，尤其是妳的腰只有66公分，这会让我沉迷67年，与其我爱妳说68遍，还不如我爱妳写满69页，反正我们还有70年，这份工作麻烦让我拖个71个月，妳的爱慕者一定不止72位，因为我是那第73位，但我要定下妳74年，反正我会付时薪75元，就算要追妳追 76个月，只要妳能陪我过77情人节，花掉我78万我也心甘情愿。　　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看完我写下的79句真心话，我猜百分之80你会愿意当我的女朋友，因为妳发现了我81处迷人的地方，还有82个妳无法拒绝我牵妳的手，就算你有83个逃避的借口，我也会有84种留妳的理由，好啦我加薪加到85，麻烦你陪我到86岁，就算妳皱纹是以前的87倍，我爱妳还是愿对妳说88遍。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　我们已经错过89年，90年也只剩不到几天，91年妳还好意思不让我在你身边，对妳诉说我对妳那92句不变的依恋，我摘不下93万光年外的北极星，但我愿买下94只妳爱的胡椒猫，陪妳去看95遍流星雨，也许我不能活到96岁，不能陪着妳97年，但同样的一件事我会做98遍，在妳生日那天送上99 朵紫玫瑰，做妳心目中的，我想你会喜欢的！或者是这个100分的那位&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;法庭的問答&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;問：你的生日是哪天？&lt;br /&gt;答：8月16日&lt;br /&gt;問：哪年?&lt;br /&gt;答：每年。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;問：因為你丈夫的一句問候，導致你想離婚？&lt;br /&gt;答：是的，全因為他那天早上的一句問候。&lt;br /&gt;問：他說了什麼？&lt;br /&gt;答：噢，多少美妙的早晨！凱麗！&lt;br /&gt;問：這有什麼錯？&lt;br /&gt;答：我的名字叫麗娜&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;問：你認識蓮娜這個人嗎？&lt;br /&gt;答：認識，她是我女兒。&lt;br /&gt;問：那你們是什麼關係？&lt;br /&gt;答：……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;問：你最小的兒子，也就是20歲的那個，他今年多大了？&lt;br /&gt;答：……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;問：當你在拍這張照片時，你在場嗎？&lt;br /&gt;答：……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;問：你說這種病症影響了你的記憶力？&lt;br /&gt;答：是的。&lt;br /&gt;問：這種病症如何影響你的記憶力？&lt;br /&gt;答：我想不起來了。&lt;br /&gt;問：那麼，這三個月來，你到底忘了些什麼呢？能不能舉些例子？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;問：這麼說，那麼這個嬰兒的受孕時間是9月3日晚上8點了?&lt;br /&gt;答：是的。&lt;br /&gt;問：當時你在做什麼？&lt;br /&gt;答：……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;問：你有三個孩子了，是不是？&lt;br /&gt;答：是的。&lt;br /&gt;問：有男孩子嗎？&lt;br /&gt;答：沒有。&lt;br /&gt;問：有女孩子嗎？&lt;br /&gt;答：……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;問：你說你當時從樓梯上滾下來了？&lt;br /&gt;答：是的。&lt;br /&gt;問：那麼後來呢？你滾上去了嗎？&lt;br /&gt;答：……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;問：你的第一次婚姻是怎樣結束的？&lt;br /&gt;答：喪偶。&lt;br /&gt;問：誰去世了？&lt;br /&gt;答：……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;問：你能描述一下那個人模樣嗎？&lt;br /&gt;答：嗯，大約一米六，留著兩撇鬍子，膚色有點黑。&lt;br /&gt;問：直接一點，是男的還是女的 ?&lt;br /&gt;答：……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;問：下面開始提問，你的所有回答必須都是「是」或「否」。你的父親是不是叫格林傑瑞？&lt;br /&gt;答：是或否&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;发音的偏差（本人强烈无语……）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;话说湖南一个口音很重的县长到村里作报告：&lt;br /&gt;"兔子们，虾米们，猪尾巴！不要酱瓜，咸菜太贵啦！！"&lt;br /&gt;（翻译：同志们，乡民们，注意吧！不要讲话，现在开会啦！！）&lt;br /&gt;县长讲完后，主持人说："咸菜请香肠酱瓜！"&lt;br /&gt;（翻译：现在请乡长讲话！）&lt;br /&gt;乡长说："兔子们，今天的饭狗吃了，大家都是大王八！"&lt;br /&gt;（翻译：同志们，今天的饭够吃了，大家都使大碗吧！）&lt;br /&gt;"不要酱瓜，我捡个狗屎给你们舔舔。。。"&lt;br /&gt;（翻译：不要讲话，我讲个故事给你们听听。。。）&lt;br /&gt;桃源话很奇特，尾音很高，比如"局"，便发音成了"猪"。&lt;br /&gt;先到县委宣传部，联系到人事局采访。宣传部的人打电话替我预约，用免提。&lt;br /&gt;宣传部："喂，你人是猪吗？（人事局）"&lt;br /&gt;对方："不是，你搞错了。我不是人是猪（人事局），我娘是猪（粮食局）。"&lt;br /&gt;我拼命忍住笑，肚子都疼了。&lt;br /&gt;第二天参加一个县政府的汇报会。会前点名。&lt;br /&gt;主持人："哪些单位到了？"于是参会者一个个地自报家门：&lt;br /&gt;"我是公阉猪（公安局）。"&lt;br /&gt;"我叫肉猪（教育局）。"&lt;br /&gt;"我有点猪（邮电局）。"&lt;br /&gt;"我是典型猪(电信局)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;让王子吐血的公主……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;从前有一个王子被巫婆诅咒了，他每年只能说一个单词。但是，这个单词是可以累积的，就是说如果他第一年不说那么第二年就可以说两个词，以此类推。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有一天，王子遇到了一个美丽的公主，他深深地爱上了她 ，他想娶她为妻。他想叫她“darling”，告诉她“I love you”，对她说“would you please marry me”。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可惜，那要9个词。王子一年只能说一个词。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为了爱情，王子豁出去了！他辛辛苦苦，咬紧牙关，沉默了9年，苦苦等待了9年。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9年后，王子终于又见到了公主。而且幸运的是，她还没有结婚，而且还是那么漂亮。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;王子简直难以抑制自己激动的心情。他快步走到公主面前 ，一字一句、深情款款地对公主说：“Darling,I love you, would you please marry me?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;公主迟疑了一下，然后说出了一句让王子吐血不止的话。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;公主说： “Pardon?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;女傭接電話&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;一名男子在上班時打電話回家。接電話的是一位陌生女子。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;男子說，『你是誰?』&lt;br /&gt;女子說:『我是這裡的女傭。』&lt;br /&gt;男子回答。『我們沒有請女傭啊。』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;女傭說:『今天早上這間屋子的女主人叫我來的。』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;男子說:『喔，那我是她先生。她在嗎』&lt;br /&gt;女傭說:『可是...她和一個....我以為是她先生的男人在樓上的房間裡。』&lt;br /&gt;男子聽了非常火大。他對女傭說，『聽著，你想不想賺$75,000元?』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;女傭說:『我需要做什麼?』&lt;br /&gt;男子說:『我要你去把我書桌裡的槍拿出來然後把那兩個奸夫婦給斃了!』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;女傭把電話放下。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;男子聽到腳步聲，接著兩聲槍聲。女傭回來拿起電話。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;女傭說:『我要怎麼處理屍體呢?』&lt;br /&gt;男子說:『把他們到游泳池裡去。』&lt;br /&gt;女傭說:『什麼游泳池啊?』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;男子說:『啊,這隻電話是2342-6724嗎?』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;女傭說:『打錯=ｏ=』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe you have heard of these jokes, but they are indeed amusing and comical for me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I admit that i'm not a funny person, and so i can't make and tell jokes to other people.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But i still remember last year when i told a joke to my friend, and he laughed until he nearly rolled on the ground, and was not able to speak for quite some minutes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;His actions might seem exaggerated, but he did please me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jokes do delight everyone of you, and me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;^^&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2081667549155020507-4545511135117742116?l=jamielee1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/STZp5jRr6XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LrJnJs4WHFQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081667549155020507.post-8800760010787005396</id><published>2008-06-27T11:40:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T12:04:02.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A-level t-shirt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;As a HELP scholar, i bought the A-levels t-shirt from the A-level Department, just in case of any events or occasions going on which will require me and other scholars to help out with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its design is okay(yet not better than 5K shirt +p), but the cloth quality is kind of rough and the sewing technique is not skillful enough. I have my S size, but still it seems quite big for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216403503827449090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/SGRjWVq89QI/AAAAAAAAAJY/UWiSiYKaghc/s320/A+level+t-shirt+frontside.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;It's a black shirt with a collar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216403983027334178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/SGRjyO1G7CI/AAAAAAAAAJg/lCil16XG4v8/s320/A+level+t-shirt+backside.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;HELP University College &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;A-level above the rest =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Can't believe that i will have this t-shirt like my A-level seniors too.^^ May it bring me into the memory of my college life later on in my future, always and often, as a forever reminiscence.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &gt;,^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2081667549155020507-8800760010787005396?l=jamielee1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/feeds/8800760010787005396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081667549155020507&amp;postID=8800760010787005396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/8800760010787005396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/8800760010787005396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/2008/06/levels-t-shirt.html' title='A-level t-shirt'/><author><name>JaMie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00002885372288297021</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/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/STZp5jRr6XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LrJnJs4WHFQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/SGRjWVq89QI/AAAAAAAAAJY/UWiSiYKaghc/s72-c/A+level+t-shirt+frontside.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081667549155020507.post-913319542193347561</id><published>2008-06-24T14:05:00.038+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T14:59:26.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>累</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;累。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;好累。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;坐在电脑前，什么也想不通，什么也不想做。只是觉得，&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;好累。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想休息。休息做什么？我不知道，也不想知道。空虚。我只得一个空壳。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看看电视，读读小说。伟大的爱情让我感触良多，却让我措手不及，更让我觉得&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好&lt;br /&gt;累。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;世界上最遥远的距离绝非北极与南极，而是我在你面前，你却看不到。”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;朋友的恶作剧，起初让我感觉厌恶。可最近，整理书桌时发现了它，一句短短的句子，却讲中了我的心，刺痛的，隐隐约约的，毫无防备的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;以及惆怅的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;你在哪儿？&lt;br /&gt;近在眼前，&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;还是远在天边？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你听见了？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;你&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;也累了吗？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;是我的错，我毫无埋怨。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;祝你幸福快乐，就算我不幸福，我不快乐。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;想不想我没关系，可我却一直想你。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;我会不想你的，我不会再感觉累。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;如果我做得到的话。&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/2081667549155020507-913319542193347561?l=jamielee1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/feeds/913319542193347561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081667549155020507&amp;postID=913319542193347561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/913319542193347561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/913319542193347561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post_24.html' title='累'/><author><name>JaMie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00002885372288297021</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/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/STZp5jRr6XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LrJnJs4WHFQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081667549155020507.post-2197790630059642192</id><published>2008-06-23T10:40:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T11:27:49.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>依然是朋友</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;想了想，还是用中文写这篇部落格吧！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;前天晚上（既是星期六），去了sheena家参加gathering。说老实话，我从未想过要去的，甚至已准备要前往婆婆家，可我的朋友一而再，再而三的 '央求' 我去sheena家，最后，好吧！我去！&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;看来我做了明智的选择。我在sheena家度过了快乐的一个晚上。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;虽然在那儿我总是觉得有一班人看到我之后变得怪怪的，搞到我一头雾水，不过，我很庆幸能遇到半年没见的朋友(不过大部分的他们没真的那么久没见啦！)，而且我还能跟他们谈得来！&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214904918116026162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/SF8QZK2-RzI/AAAAAAAAAJA/cJwYJTZrIDM/s320/Me+sh+je+cy+hc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;五位漂亮又可爱的公主。哈哈&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214905346824710722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/SF8QyH7FqkI/AAAAAAAAAJI/mORI9R8F1EI/s320/Chee+yan+n+huici.jpg" border="0" /&gt;子欣和慧慈。大家都变美丽了哦！ =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;我很喜欢sheena家外面的游乐场，幽静又凉爽，让我在那儿很high地唱了一首又一首的曲子。谢谢那些陪我一起高歌的朋友，我们真的很久没一起唱歌了！(别认为我唱歌不好听，也别在你的电脑前呕吐！ =P)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;过后与大家一起畅谈。都是老友了(有些还一起相处了9至11年)，一开话题就能什么都讲，什么都gossip一下(不然晚上睡不着。哈哈)，还讲到鬼故事。原来，真的有很多人都怕鬼！在黑漆漆的夜晚讲鬼故事，不让人起鸡皮疙瘩才怪！还有还有，原来Jonathan曾经因为一套鬼戏而害怕pumpkin！(其实我小时候听了舅舅说tornado的故事，怕得天天要守着家，不让tornado把我的家给吹走！+P)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;同时也'学'会了(其实这压根儿也不必学)双脚站在秋千上。因为我笨，站上去了之后还整个人摇摇欲坠，平衡感真的很差！&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;嘉恩给我们猜一道IQ题，让我们三人想爆了头还想不到，结果那答案很炸到！&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;问题：5+5+5=550。请在这个equation上加上一条线，让它变成对的。(PS：不能把线放在=上)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;答案是什么？慢慢想吧！哈哈哈哈... +p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;最后，想再次向进贤说对不起，早上在carnival遇见你时，我不应该先问你那个问题！可是，我真的真的真的真的真的...有在第一眼见到你的时候叫你的名字！ 不过进贤你这么好人，一定早已不把这事放在心上了吧？&gt;&lt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;不管怎么样，我们依然是朋友，对么？！ ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2081667549155020507-2197790630059642192?l=jamielee1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/feeds/2197790630059642192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081667549155020507&amp;postID=2197790630059642192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/2197790630059642192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/2197790630059642192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='依然是朋友'/><author><name>JaMie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00002885372288297021</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/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/STZp5jRr6XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LrJnJs4WHFQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/SF8QZK2-RzI/AAAAAAAAAJA/cJwYJTZrIDM/s72-c/Me+sh+je+cy+hc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081667549155020507.post-6821513475817855484</id><published>2008-06-21T15:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T16:45:49.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A round of applause!</title><content type='html'>Long time never had been to school. Oh alright, precisely i should say, i had never attended my lessons for quite some time already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;LAZY?&lt;/span&gt; Nope. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;GIVING UP?&lt;/span&gt; Oh oh definitely no. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;PONTENG-ING?&lt;/span&gt; No no no!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, i'm having a holiday, a such long break, when i start to become a human-shaped mushroom, with several queer-shaped moss budding off, and roots are grown under both my feet. Oh no. The next thing that is gonna happen is, i gotta decompose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before i disappear from the ground, i better do something to work up my bones and nerves, at least not to make myself too PARALYSED. I hate exercise, so i will not exercise to let my body move. On the other hand, i..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#99ff99;"&gt;SHOP!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#99ff99;"&gt;PLAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#99ff99;"&gt;ONLINE!!&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not writing bloggie, because there will be nothing interesting displayed for my posts, as u can see i have not updated my blog for weeks. Oh is it really that long?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;SMS!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(finger exercise)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;WATCH DRAMA SERIES!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(oh. get addicted to every show)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#99ff99;"&gt;PLAY PIANO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#99ff99;"&gt;GO EVERYWHERE I CAN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;9/6/08&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(hope i didnt mistake the date)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went off to KLCC with a few friends for a movie. Due to their busyness and certain 'technical' problems i arrived KLCC earlier than every other person, just as to buy early-bird tickets for the movie. Then i waited like a 'so lou', nearly turned into statue if i didn't linger here and there, to see different kind of foreign tourists(and nearly collided with a white lady), and to be 'cheated' by 2 China men(they asked for a donation, i didn't know whether they lied, but to get rid of them i tucked several ringgits to them).&lt;br /&gt;Lastly it was evening and we started to watch 'Kungfu Panda'. It is a funny and hilarious movie, which made us laughed all the time throughout the whole screening of the movie. I recommend the movie to you. It's indeed a MUST-WATCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;12/6/08 &lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;19/6/08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On thursday, i went to my college for my club meetings.(WHO)&lt;br /&gt;The WHO head said that he shortlisted me as his assistant head, and i'm gonna have an interview for it. Oops, stressed.. XD&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the time after the meeting was really a tough one. I was not allowed to take public transport back home but to wait there like a statue for my dad to come, and he would leave his driver seat and ask me to drive.&lt;br /&gt;And i crashed into something made up of steel, and one of the front wheels just deflated. OMG. My dad kept on &lt;a href="mailto:!@#$%"&gt;!@#$%&lt;/a&gt;^&amp;amp;*(!@*^ me when he was forced to change the wheel instantly. And i stood there, nearly cried. *oh dear*&lt;br /&gt;Sorry dad. I shall never make the same mistake again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;*cry*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;14/6/08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched 'Kungfu Panda' once again with my mum and siblings. Watching for the second time ain't fun actually, but i realized that Jackie Chan speaks only a few(really few compared to other 'animals') for his monkey character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;18/6/08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day was my dad's 52th birthday. And surprisingly i found that two of my friends are having their birthdays on that day too.&lt;br /&gt;And also one of my little cousin sisters.&lt;br /&gt;A miracle huh? +)&lt;br /&gt;Invited to go for an outing again this day, but i rejected. Alright, i can't go out when it's my dad's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;21/6/08&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;= Today&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to my secondary school this morning for the carnival day. And it was quite okay, for i could meet many of my old friends(*muacks*), and bad too because the weather was so HOT. The sun was like killing me. Oh God.&lt;br /&gt;One of my buddies kept on asking me to go for a party which will be held in Sheena's house tonight. I'm still thinking whether i should go.&lt;br /&gt;Should i? I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;If i don't go for the party, yet i still have to go to my grandma's house in Petaling Jaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although i had done nothing meaningful for my holidays, i'm still proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still not willing to turn into a mushroom, so i will follow my college friends to Sunway Pyramid next wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;KARAOKE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ICE-SKATING&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;*believe it or not, i never ice-skate before. =( Nevermind, i will have my 1st try soon*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will live my holidays to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving myself a big round of applause!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*clapping hands*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;yay! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2081667549155020507-6821513475817855484?l=jamielee1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/feeds/6821513475817855484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081667549155020507&amp;postID=6821513475817855484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/6821513475817855484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/6821513475817855484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/2008/06/round-of-applause.html' title='A round of applause!'/><author><name>JaMie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00002885372288297021</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/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/STZp5jRr6XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LrJnJs4WHFQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081667549155020507.post-6984055546085018804</id><published>2008-06-08T12:34:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T11:28:26.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What you all might not know about me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;[State 10 things]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have insomnia nowadays. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I love someone, and miss him to DEATH. haha. +P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I love to hide secrets inside myself. These 10 things listed here are only a small part of my secrets. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I like chocolate soooo much. Chocolate(and sometimes cheese too) is the only food that can bring happiness to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I dislike driving actually. But i still have to drive. Haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I'm always longing to go out for a shopping, but once i'm in the shopping mall, i will be so boring if i don't watch a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Because i enjoy watching movie. =) Kungfu Panda! Keke..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I'm very emo. I can shed my tears just because of a poor outcast dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I'm decomposing nowadays at home. I wanna GO OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I love dogs very much. I don't have a dog at home because my dad prohibits. =( But nevermind. Just see. I'm gonna have a dog as my pet soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;I wanna tag&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha..just be tagged by me if you want to. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2081667549155020507-6984055546085018804?l=jamielee1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/feeds/6984055546085018804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081667549155020507&amp;postID=6984055546085018804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/6984055546085018804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/6984055546085018804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-tagged.html' title='I&apos;m tagged'/><author><name>JaMie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00002885372288297021</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/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/STZp5jRr6XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LrJnJs4WHFQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081667549155020507.post-2496676026272690154</id><published>2008-06-06T17:41:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T11:33:55.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Agile monkeys~!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Had had my test finished on wednesday, so as promised by my dad, he would bring us out for holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so excited, because i once thought that he would bring us to Genting, as i'd not been there for &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;YEARS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. But, my dad never intended to take us there, as he said, 'there's no fun about genting.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's what HE said. I never said Genting has no fun, in fact, i DO think that it's fun to visit Genting. I want to go to Genting, but my dad said, '&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, a tyrant, i suppose.(never dare to describe my dad in this way in front of him) +P So, we went off to Kuala Selangor yesterday morning, not to watch the 'kelip-kelip', but to walk walk(my dad said~).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, i feel otherwise. I feel that, we went to Kuala Selangor actually to watch....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;MONKEYS~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure every of the Malaysians knows this place. Frankly speaking, i don't know its real name, but had been there several times since young. I just know, there are a lot of monkeys which never know what is hunger, as there are always many tourists there feeding them, and a lighthouse standing still there, which is the landmark of Kuala Selangor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i reached there, i saw a lot of monkeys, not praying for, but 'robbing' food from the tourists, with angry gestures and unpatient glares. And i saw a monkey helding out its long fury hands, stretching a chinese lady's stretchable pants and blouse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And the chinese lady who is around the age of 40 to 50 shouted while jumping here and there without caring about the shames that she had brought to herself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;'NO NO!!!! DON'T PULL YOU MONKEY!!!! DON'T PULL!!!! OKAY OKAY I GIVE YOU...DON'T PULL!!!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear auntie, do you know that monkey actually doesn't understand your english? I once thought she's a singaporean, as she sounded like a singaporean. In fact she came from somewhere around Subang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I don't like monkeys, as they are too active, or HYPERACTIVE. To have themselves fed with food, they become selfish that they fight with each other, and grabbing things from people's hands. They are violent, but think otherwise, they do act like humans. If not, why did biologists categorise humans in the same primate family with monkeys?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208711049510700482" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/SEkPGkO8xcI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/XgIeH5JWHFc/s320/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;A mother monkey with her child clinging hardly to her.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208711408685390018" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/SEkPbeQ3mMI/AAAAAAAAAIY/sQYTUv90tfE/s320/Image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I pity this yellow lamp post actually. Everytime when a monkey jumped from this lamp post to the huge tree branch nearby, the lamp post would shake so vigorously, as if it was going to fall down. Pity me too, because when this monkey leaped, i was just besides the lamp post, still wondering whether it would fall and hit my head. XD But hey, don't you think the monkey has a tail which is even longer than its body? =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208714401645957698" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/SEkSJr6RkkI/AAAAAAAAAIo/ILWgWjMdeT8/s320/Image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I personally think that this monkey is funny. Look, it sits like a man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Monkeys are agile, and maybe that's the reason why none of them grows fat although their mouths never stop chewing and their hands never stop taking food from us. We are kind. Alright, too kind to the monkeys that it turned into a situation that one of the monkeys grabbed a whole packet of peanut from us!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And it quickly ran away, so quick that in just a few seconds, it had already jumped on the tree, sitting alone, eating all the peanuts all by itself only.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Then it was my turn to shout. (oh dear, what a real shame) I yelled suddenly that i didn't realise i was screaming, when another monkey put its hands on my grasping fist, and forcibly pull my fingers open.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;OHHhhh..how the monkey knew that i have something in my fist? Without hesitating i scattered the contents in my fist on the ground, but then the monkey watched and then ran away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Alright, i was just holding some peanut shells!!! STUPID MONKEY!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And greedy monkeys. I want my peanuts back!!!! We spent our own money to buy wan ar!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Alright, no use arguing with monkeys. But they made me think of the movie 'Tarzan'.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;But the monkeys in 'Tarzan' are nice!!! Oopsss, i had mistaken, they are apes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Whatever. I hate monkeys, but do love them. Don't know why. Is that because we are in the same family?! Haha =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So, do you love monkeys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2081667549155020507-2496676026272690154?l=jamielee1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/feeds/2496676026272690154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081667549155020507&amp;postID=2496676026272690154' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/2496676026272690154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/2496676026272690154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/2008/06/agile-monkeys.html' title='Agile monkeys~!'/><author><name>JaMie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00002885372288297021</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/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/STZp5jRr6XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LrJnJs4WHFQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/SEkPGkO8xcI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/XgIeH5JWHFc/s72-c/Image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081667549155020507.post-6133233603208620807</id><published>2008-06-04T19:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T19:57:13.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jokes jokes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I'm a blur-die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really. I don't know what's wrong with my brain or any nervous system in my body. I just keep on forgetting things that will be not forgotten by other people easily. For example : -&lt;br /&gt;(PS : please prepare some tissue papers first, because you may laugh till cry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took off my spectacles and went for a bath. Later, after bathing, i intended to put on my spectacles again, but, EI? Where have my spectacles been to? So, with super-blur vision(i really can't live without spectacles), i walked from the most front part of my house to the end, shouting all the way,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHO HAD TAKEN MY SPECTACLES??!! DON'T PLAY PLAY WITH ME ARH!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And later after that, i found my spectacles on my table. In fact i put it there before bath, then just forgot where had i put it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAIZZZ......Alzheimer's disease indeed. Luckily i didn't wear spectacles while finding for my spectacles. But if my memory is still deteriorating, i'm gonna do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH DEAR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing, this monday i had my mathematics exam, and the paper started at 11.45pm. I arrived college early at 10 something to do some stuffs first, and planned to just have a lunch there. But i was so excited to see my friends, and chatted so happily until....i forgot to have my lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is worse. I never realised that i hadn't had my lunch, until i sat on my exam seat, and suddenly heard a 'churning' noise from my stomach. And i just thought in my heart, 'why am i so hungry de??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OH YAHO!!! I FORGOT TO EAT MY LUNCH!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily i have no gastric. If not, i sure cannot 'tahan' until 3 o'clock with only a few pieces of biscuits eaten for breakfast. I think, i'm overstressed because of exams.. (LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of my jokes, now let me tell you a joke from my high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister told me this yesterday, and i nearly burst into a laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day my sister's class was having a PJK lesson, and saw a chinese boy and an indian girl from U class 'pak-tuo'-ing near the field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the relationship didn't last long. Or should i say, it's the shortest relationship i had ever heard of, because it only lasted for 3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister said, the indian girl just looked so gloomy throughout the whole 'pak-tuo' period, until the chinese boy 'beh-tahan' and asked at the time of 2 hours and 50+ minutes(my sister really counted the time taken for their 'pak-tuo' period precisely),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kenapa kamu bermuka muram sahaja?" (they communicated using malay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so instantly, two columns of tears drop along the indian girl's cheeks. While shedding tears she said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"AKU TAK SUKA AWAK LAA!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ran away, leaving the chinese boy with totally stunned and flushed face, and my sister with her friends laughing crazily and uncontrollably behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's what we call, 'Puppy Love' ya! A love which only makes jokes to entertain people who love to gossip a lot like me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muhahahahahahah XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2081667549155020507-6133233603208620807?l=jamielee1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/feeds/6133233603208620807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081667549155020507&amp;postID=6133233603208620807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/6133233603208620807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/6133233603208620807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/2008/06/jokes-jokes.html' title='Jokes jokes'/><author><name>JaMie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00002885372288297021</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/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/STZp5jRr6XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LrJnJs4WHFQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081667549155020507.post-4185260521317531242</id><published>2008-05-26T12:07:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T12:44:36.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A farewell to them...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;So good. I'm so envious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of those who shall never worry about their tertiary education, for there are people or organisations sponsoring their future education fees, and may their jobs secured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Matriculation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;- I had never thought of entering matriculation courses. But now, after i have bid farewells to my high school friends who are leaving to Perlis and Pahang for matriculation, i asked myself seriously, "Why didn't i give myself a try for matriculation?" I never gave a try, because i had never thought of studying locally. But, why can't i just study in local universities?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;JPA Scholarship&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;- In my A-level class, only 1 of them received JPA Scholarship, and she just left like that, without a word of farewell, and without an omen of leaving us. She is the very first friend i met in my college life, together we stayed in the hostel, went for classes together, finished our homework together, and had fun in hostel together. However, after she went back to her hometown a few days before JPA Scholarships results were announced, i never see her again. She told me that she receives JPA Scholarship, but she will still come back to HELP and take the A-level exam in late May and early June. But, since then, she never replied my sms, nor my calls. When i returned to hostel the day before exam, and knocked her door, her roommate opened and told me that she had already moved out of KL a few days ago. My heart sank. Holding the stack of papers which lecturer gave us as a preparation for exam, which she asked me to take for her when she went back to hometown, i called her several times, but she never answered. My other friends too called her, and the next day during exam, we never saw her appearing. She just vanished, just like that, without saying 'goodbye' to any of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She walked into my life, with the fear of being alone in KL, and the need of a companion; and just walked away of my life, with nothing left for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt nothing, but disappointment and a bit of sorrow. How i wish to meet her again, and say a 'goodbye' to her. How i wish to meet her again, to listen to her telling her life with JPA Scholarship, the life in oversea studying medicine, at least to fulfill a little bit of my dream to study overseas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Form 6&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Oh. Almost all my good friends are in Form 6 now. Wish them all the best, and a big farewell to them, for we meet each other very seldom now, and for we are not in the same school, same class anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss 5K. I miss you all who had spent your time with me, even if it was for only a minute. May your memories with me, no matter good or bad, remain in our minds, still flashing like a movie in our brains, and still so fresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, a farewell to you, and to them.........&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/2081667549155020507-4185260521317531242?l=jamielee1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/feeds/4185260521317531242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081667549155020507&amp;postID=4185260521317531242' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/4185260521317531242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/4185260521317531242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/2008/05/farewell-to-them.html' title='A farewell to them...'/><author><name>JaMie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00002885372288297021</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/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/STZp5jRr6XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LrJnJs4WHFQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081667549155020507.post-7782168766549401755</id><published>2008-05-22T21:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T22:04:47.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Physics ar physics....</title><content type='html'>Today i had my very first 2 papers in my first A-level exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics Unit 1 &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;Physics Unit 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what else can i say, except....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PHYSICS SUCKS MAN!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, i'm really telling the truth. Last time in SPM, physics is never harder than an egg. But now in A-level, physics is harder than even the hardest rock on the earth. And it really SUCKS like HELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how are my scores for the 2 papers, just hope that i will score SATISFACTORILY. Actually, what are the problems? Well, we all know inside our hearts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So? Thinking of dropping it? Or will i resit the papers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. Just wait till the results are out first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next exams are : -&lt;br /&gt;2/6 - Mathematics&lt;br /&gt;3/6 - Biology&lt;br /&gt;4/6 - Chemistry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe those subjects stated above will not be that TORTURING and so overwhelming. Do you agree, my dear classmates?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2081667549155020507-7782168766549401755?l=jamielee1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/feeds/7782168766549401755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081667549155020507&amp;postID=7782168766549401755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/7782168766549401755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/7782168766549401755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/2008/05/physics-ar-physics.html' title='Physics ar physics....'/><author><name>JaMie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00002885372288297021</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/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/STZp5jRr6XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LrJnJs4WHFQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081667549155020507.post-6121311945012045345</id><published>2008-05-17T19:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T23:06:19.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>哀悼。</title><content type='html'>让我们为四川地震的灾民哀悼吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;五月十二日发生的7.8级大地震，不只震掉了无数的建筑物，震掉了无数条生命，也深深的震撼了我的心。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这几天每当我翻开报纸，我的心都会痛一下，眼泪都会差点禁不住滴下来。人定胜天。这是真的吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看看在灰墟边为死去的儿女而哭的死去活来的父母亲吧。&lt;br /&gt;看看为了拯救几名小孩子而牺牲自己的幼儿园老师吧。&lt;br /&gt;看看为了救活更多条人命而放弃自己的儿子的民警吧。&lt;br /&gt;看看一位为了活命而毅然当场自己踞断脚的妇女吧。&lt;br /&gt;看看这一位伟大的母亲吧。在沙石滚下来的那一刻，她弓起了自己的身子，让沙石压着自己，当场死亡，却因此用了她的躯体保护了三四个月大的孩子。孩子被找到时，他正甜甜的睡着，完全不知他的母亲为了他牺牲了生命。&lt;br /&gt;看看那些没了爸妈的孩儿们吧。&lt;br /&gt;看看这名被救出后，为了日后要赚钱养家，而苦求医生别锯断她的脚的女孩吧。&lt;br /&gt;看看从此与终身伴侣阴阳相隔的人们吧。&lt;br /&gt;看看舍身相救的救援人员及医护人员吧。看看这位自己都吃不饱的乞丐竟然把身上尽存的钱投进捐款箱吧。他说，'灾民比我更困难。'&lt;br /&gt;看看这一位为了就救女同学而在灰土中刨了整整四个小时，双手血肉模糊，但仍不放弃的初中三男生吧。&lt;br /&gt;看看已夷为平地的灾区吧。看看没了家庭、没了爱人、没了依靠、没了寄托的惊慌灾民吧。&lt;br /&gt;看看死去的学生还紧握住铅笔，看看哀呼不已却换不回亲爱的人的人群，看看灾民的希望一点一点的破灭......&lt;br /&gt;看看他们，再看看自己吧。&lt;br /&gt;是不是觉得，现在还活着的你，很幸福？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;让我们哀悼。让我们患难见真情。一个人的力量很渺小，但你的关心，你的支持，你的小小付出，将能让四川人，中国人，甚至全海外华人走出520大地震的悲痛。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们会有更好的未来。让爱继续发扬光大，让爱继续扶持灾民走下去，让爱，弥补天灾带来的破坏。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'只要有希望，就不要放弃。'&lt;br /&gt;'孩子，如果你还能活着，一定要记住我爱你。'&lt;br /&gt;'活着的人要努力，你们的幸福生活，就是对死者的最好安慰。'&lt;br /&gt;'灾害夺去了你的家庭，夺去了你的亲人，但是我们活着的人还要生活下去，而且要活得更好。'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;阿弥陀佛。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2081667549155020507-6121311945012045345?l=jamielee1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/feeds/6121311945012045345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081667549155020507&amp;postID=6121311945012045345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/6121311945012045345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/6121311945012045345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='哀悼。'/><author><name>JaMie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00002885372288297021</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/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/STZp5jRr6XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LrJnJs4WHFQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081667549155020507.post-4889691800908750564</id><published>2008-05-16T12:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T13:29:58.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate flirtation!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Since my holiday starts while waiting for exams(or commonly known as study leave), i begin to stay at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when every afternoon arrives, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; responsible to take care of my brother's lunch before he gets to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best way for me is to, walk out of my house to the nearby shop lots where there are a lot of restaurants. Here in my residential area, there's no worries of no food to eat. There's only a matter of whether you have enough money in your pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as usual, today, in the afternoon, i left my house and walked to the rows of shops. And guess what, when i was about to cross a road, there was a man's head peeping out of a window of a lorry, and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Hey HEY a moi! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Leng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lui&lt;/span&gt;!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, he rounded his filthy mouth and made some hissing and kissing sounds. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!! My anger rammed from my backbone up to my eyes, and i was feeling like slapping his ugly face!! Dare you flirt at me you stupid idiot!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;WTH&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, the worse was to come. As i walked pass the shops, i could sense that, or i could SEE that, many of the male workers who were supposed to do their works, men who were supposed to have their lunch QUIETLY in the restaurants, and drivers who were supposed to drive CAREFULLY on the road, looked at me when i walked pass them, or in a better word, SCRUTINIZED me from the top of my head to the bottom of my feet. Oh dear. At that moment, i nearly shouted at them, 'HEY HECK! Turn your head over the other side la! Go die la u all! @#$%^&amp;amp;*!@#$#$(18 PL)'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally i had bought my brother's lunch, and planned to scurry back home to leave such horrible and scary place. But, as i crossed the road, again another man's head appeared from a window of a lorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'YO YO a moi!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Leng&lt;/span&gt; moi!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he rounded his lips and made those kissing sounds again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;OMGGGGGGGGGGG&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!! Instantly i threw an angry glare at that wicked flirt, but, as he sensed my anger, he smiled!!! SO happily and so 'YAM'!!! Luckily i controlled myself. If not, i would have throttled him using my fingers and nails until he died!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was exhausted when i arrived home. Oh, the safest place of all. But when i think of those flirtations, my face flushed again of anger and temper. I wonder, are girls really born to be flirted by those brutal and rude men??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfair! One day if possible, i want to flirt at guys too! Just see!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@#$%^&amp;amp;*!!@*&amp;amp;*(&amp;amp;%^&amp;amp;$%&amp;amp;$%&amp;amp;(!  (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2081667549155020507-4889691800908750564?l=jamielee1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/feeds/4889691800908750564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081667549155020507&amp;postID=4889691800908750564' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/4889691800908750564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/4889691800908750564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-hate-flirtation.html' title='I hate flirtation!!!!!'/><author><name>JaMie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00002885372288297021</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/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/STZp5jRr6XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LrJnJs4WHFQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081667549155020507.post-400083911060234026</id><published>2008-05-11T18:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T18:30:52.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What does my name mean</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Jamie Lee Jie Min Means&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are fair, honest, and logical. You are a natural leader, and people respect you.&lt;br /&gt;You never give up, and you will succeed... even if it takes you a hundred tries.&lt;br /&gt;You are rational enough to see every part of a problem. You are great at giving other people advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection.&lt;br /&gt;You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive.&lt;br /&gt;You have the classic "Type A" personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are confident, self assured, and capable. You are not easily intimidated.&lt;br /&gt;You master any and all skills easily. You don't have to work hard for what you want.&lt;br /&gt;You make your life out to be exactly how you want it. And you'll knock down anyone who gets in your way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long.&lt;br /&gt;You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone.&lt;br /&gt;You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together.&lt;br /&gt;At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are relaxed, chill, and very likely to go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;You are light hearted and accepting. You don't get worked up easily.&lt;br /&gt;Well adjusted and incredibly happy, many people wonder what your secret to life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people.&lt;br /&gt;You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/"&gt;What's" Your Name's Hidden Meaning?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I don't know how exactly true this is..but i think the last 2 paragraphs suit me quite well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So how you think? Just be frank if you agree or think otherwise!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2081667549155020507-400083911060234026?l=jamielee1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/feeds/400083911060234026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081667549155020507&amp;postID=400083911060234026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/400083911060234026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/400083911060234026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-does-my-name-mean.html' title='What does my name mean'/><author><name>JaMie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00002885372288297021</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/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/STZp5jRr6XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LrJnJs4WHFQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081667549155020507.post-6468733851396095514</id><published>2008-05-11T11:14:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T11:48:38.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mixed Feelings Chapter 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I can't get JPA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to describe my feelings. Oh ya, it's true that i'm sad, i'm disappointed. I want to cry. I don't know why. My mood is bad. I feel like bursting out all my feelings that are trying to be compressed inside me so far after i had left my high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm empty. Oh yes. it's true. I thought i would be happy and enjoying college life, as i had always imagined it last year, but, reality always goes against hopes. I'm useless, i'm targetless, i'm idle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember, my dad once told me that he dreamt about me getting JPA Scholarships. His face was gleaming with glorious lights, and i know that he's been longing for a scholarship for me. My family is not rich. Having a chance to study A-levels in HELP is already an extravagancy for my family, and yet i still wish to go overseas later for my studies. My family will not be able to afford. I still have 2 younger siblings at home, they too have the hopes to get a good education. Am i to be so selfish? Am i to be the financial burden of my parents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea. I disappointed my dad. He kept on emphasizing that my result is already good enough, it's just that luck isn't with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grief. I start to understand this word. Is it because i'm growing, is it because i'm starting to think of myself and other people, is it because i have seen so much of our society nowadays, that i start to hate and dislike this world? My mum said more are to come, but i don't hope to face them. I can't afford to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i still have to learn, learn to face failures, learn to cope with difficulties, learn to fight with prejudices. Sometimes i can't understand why i can't get this, while other people can get it; and why bad things strike, while i'm having optimistic thoughts on it. Why? Why am i so unhappy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many friends soothe me when they know that i've failed to get JPA. I really thank them a lot, for being there to give me advices, and cheer me up when i'm down. From them i feel the warmth, the love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nevermind, you still have other chances. Study A-levels well, then later apply scholarships. I'm not rich too. Think openly my dear."&lt;br /&gt;"You still have bank negara. Don't be like that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there are always pros and cons in everything. At least, i don't have to work for government for 10 years. Maybe, i will have a better life without that scholarship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm keeping my fingers crossed. May God bless me in my future undertakings. Happy Mother's Day to every mother. You are the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And happy birthday to those whose birthdays are today too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2081667549155020507-6468733851396095514?l=jamielee1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/feeds/6468733851396095514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081667549155020507&amp;postID=6468733851396095514' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/6468733851396095514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/6468733851396095514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-mixed-feelings-chapter-2.html' title='My Mixed Feelings Chapter 2'/><author><name>JaMie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00002885372288297021</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/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/STZp5jRr6XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LrJnJs4WHFQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081667549155020507.post-2507639220858633581</id><published>2008-05-10T15:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T16:12:56.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mixed Feelings Chapter 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Simply written on 8/5/2008, thursday night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gosh. So damn unlucky. I intended to go online tonight, but so damn it, I don’t know what had actually happened to the internet connection here(hostel). My pc can’t even connect with the net, not even to sign in my messenger. Oh. What else should I say. After a few weeks of busy and crazy handling tests and exams, I thought it is now the time to rest, to online, to chat in the messenger boxes. But, things never turn up to be the way it should be. Yesterday when I got online, I saw no one else except a few of them were showing online icons in my list of contacts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sensation of disappointment and depression aroused. Well, I admit that I miss my old buddy so much, but, don’t you? Just imagine, you have parted with your friends who had studied with you, made jokes with you, and enjoyed every single schooling time with you together for 5 years. Don’t you feel sad when you have to leave them? Friend. This word has indeed implanted in my minds since long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I believe that, friends are the second most important people in our lives, just right below our family members. Alright, for couples it will be exceptional. They will treat their handsome hubbies and lovely wives as their only reliance. But that is EXCEPTIONAL. I’m single, who else can I rely on except my family members? I’m living outside of my house, so, who else if I don’t stay with my friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you guys. Sorry if I had made you angry once or twice or thrice, and thanks so much if you had ever made me smile and enlightened my days. And for sure, I hope to thank more people than to say sorry with regrets to the others. I love them, as well as they love me too, I suppose, and I hope and wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is perpetual. But, is a friendship perpetual too? Can it be eternal? There’s a song, ‘Eternal Flame’, it says an eternal love, but, why isn’t there a song called ‘Eternal Intimate’, depicting the long-lasting and continuous friendship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This friendship shall never sink, because it’s not a real ship. This friendship is an imagined and illustrated ship by humans, it’s full with love, trusts, understandings, and consents and condonements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, there are some friends who do betray others. But, it’s inevitable. It can’t be avoided, just like when your own child whom you have put so much hopes and efforts onto becomes treacherous towards you, and when your most beloved husband has affair with another lady who is so much prettier and sexier than you. Be careful when you choose and select friends, and they will definitely benefit you, and affect you in your whole entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because, friends need you too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2081667549155020507-2507639220858633581?l=jamielee1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/feeds/2507639220858633581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081667549155020507&amp;postID=2507639220858633581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/2507639220858633581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/2507639220858633581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-mixed-feelings-chapter-1.html' title='My Mixed Feelings Chapter 1'/><author><name>JaMie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00002885372288297021</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/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/STZp5jRr6XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LrJnJs4WHFQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081667549155020507.post-6746545698949397824</id><published>2008-04-30T11:58:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T14:13:25.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love this cute baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last Sunday was my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;relative's&lt;/span&gt; big big day -- his marriage day. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He ain't my uncle nor cousin. Instead, he's actually my father's cousin, whose father is my father's uncle in my dad's maternal family.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe you are confused, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nvm&lt;/span&gt;, because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; always confused too. There are so many faces -- or sometimes i shall consider them as all-quite-similar faces -- and the relationships between you and me in a big relative family often make us as the new generation scratch our heads when we meet all of them. (not knowing what should we call them as)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We headed to the groom's house at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kota&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Damansara&lt;/span&gt; the night before the marriage, which is the last Saturday. And we met some 'strangers' there.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And they are from a far-away country, beyond Asia, across the Pacific Ocean, to the other side of the earth, which is a peaceful yet appealing place, and had conquered almost half of the countries in the world many years ago. And the country is -- England.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The groom's sister, which is my father's cousin sister as well, has emigrated to England, worked there, and married an English man. She then has her first son, who is a one-and-a-half-year-old mix-blooded boy, a 'culture shock' between the yellow people(Chinese) and the whites(an European).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; cute that his every action and gesture had successfully captured all the attentions of everyone in the house, and all the camera shots of the cameramen. I had even wanted to pinch his chubby and rosy little face! Alright, now, let me show you the pictures of his, and do tell me if you too feel that he's cute and endearing!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194889930892238642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/SBf03lIV3zI/AAAAAAAAAHk/5Mfv3wH_j7k/s320/Wah!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Wah&lt;/span&gt;! Why you take my pictures without my permission?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194889935187205954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/SBf031IV30I/AAAAAAAAAHs/dgKIUs_jfGg/s320/Innocent+face.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't blame me...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; innocent..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194889935187205970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/SBf031IV31I/AAAAAAAAAH0/UFot1uHN2eo/s320/Hehe.hav+a+smile+2day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey guys! Have a smile today! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;How i wish i have such cute &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;babie&lt;/span&gt;. Oh sure, after i have married. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Indeed, i love him!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you?! =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2081667549155020507-6746545698949397824?l=jamielee1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/feeds/6746545698949397824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081667549155020507&amp;postID=6746545698949397824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/6746545698949397824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/6746545698949397824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-love-this-cute-baby.html' title='I love this cute baby!'/><author><name>JaMie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00002885372288297021</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/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/STZp5jRr6XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LrJnJs4WHFQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/SBf03lIV3zI/AAAAAAAAAHk/5Mfv3wH_j7k/s72-c/Wah!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081667549155020507.post-5980307763061816888</id><published>2008-04-25T18:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T19:24:02.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam time. gosh</title><content type='html'>The title says it all. Ya exam time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A horrible and terrible and vegetable time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today just had had the physics unit 1 mock exam. I don't really know how was it, and i think i can only predict my standard in physics later when i've got back my paper, and then decide on whether i should continue dealing with physics or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because pre-university physics is not easy. It requires lots of commonsense, and your thinking skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And assunta told us that our commonsense are all -1000. So...all depend on fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so damn it. This torturing exam time has to continue to deluge me till June. Well, God bless me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today attended dancing class again, and i think i'm the most faithful one among my friends(because many of them never turn up anymore due to exams), because i want to have some fun out of stresses and tensions. And i love samba. It's so nice and all dancers are adorable.(ohya maybe including me =) ) Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dancing class, drove home with my dad sitting besides me. This time was better, i suppose, because my dad didn't yell at me to ask me brake, and watch other cars which seem not considerate enough to see a young girl with only a P-license driving on a busy KL road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. I DO admit that my driving sucks. But i will SURELY improve. You just gonna wait to sit on my car safely and comfortably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my relatives took me to an Italian restaurant to have a dinner. The soups, pizza and spaghetti were so awesome and scrumptious. They were really 'real' italian dishes, with pure italian cuisine and recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow i'm gonna attend the majlis anugerah cemerlang. Gonna see my old friends who i miss them so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very big 'MUAKCSSSSSS' for them. They are the best buddies ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;*argh*exam time*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2081667549155020507-5980307763061816888?l=jamielee1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/feeds/5980307763061816888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081667549155020507&amp;postID=5980307763061816888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/5980307763061816888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/5980307763061816888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/2008/04/exam-time-gosh.html' title='Exam time. gosh'/><author><name>JaMie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00002885372288297021</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/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/STZp5jRr6XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LrJnJs4WHFQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081667549155020507.post-4470448719126931804</id><published>2008-04-10T21:19:00.025+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T23:04:40.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A share of my photos(from my handphone)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I think my blog has too many words..and you may get bored of it. So i have decided to share some of my pictures with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;So let's geared up and get started!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187619974150060018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/R_4g4Zzvd_I/AAAAAAAAAGU/zs3fXKwjojI/s200/At+m.p.+jusco+tgv+cinema.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This was captured when i went to watch 'Water Horse' last friday with my family at metro prima TGV cinema. It's&lt;老师嫁老大&gt;签名会. Let me zoom it further. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187608343378622354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="206" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/R_4WTZzvd5I/AAAAAAAAAFk/qh5WrSGr4us/s200/%E8%80%81%E5%B8%88%E5%AB%81%E8%80%81%E5%A4%A7%E7%AD%BE%E5%90%8D%E4%BC%9A.jpg" width="158" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;See? 梁智强and李国煌.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/R_4Xq5zvd6I/AAAAAAAAAFs/WGiOFtyz1Mk/s1600-h/1st+easter+egg+frm+fren.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/R_4Xq5zvd6I/AAAAAAAAAFs/WGiOFtyz1Mk/s1600-h/1st+easter+egg+frm+fren.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187609846617175970" style="CURSOR: hand" height="207" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/R_4Xq5zvd6I/AAAAAAAAAFs/WGiOFtyz1Mk/s200/1st+easter+egg+frm+fren.jpg" width="154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/R_4Xq5zvd6I/AAAAAAAAAFs/WGiOFtyz1Mk/s1600-h/1st+easter+egg+frm+fren.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is an Easter egg from my college classmate. As you can see, it's broken. Why is it so? Well somebody knows it, and i bet she's smiling in front of her pc now. Haha. =) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/R_4ba5zvd7I/AAAAAAAAAF0/szdenwrNcMY/s1600-h/Doggie.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187613969785780146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/R_4ba5zvd7I/AAAAAAAAAF0/szdenwrNcMY/s200/Doggie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Next, it's a doggie dog in my cousin sister's room. This doll is so cute! ^^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187615631938123714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/R_4c7pzvd8I/AAAAAAAAAF8/97dliLKSi78/s200/PJ+amazin+race.jpg" border="0" /&gt; It's PJ amazing raze! Haha, just joking. It's my cousin sister running down the street in front of her bungalow house in Petaling Jaya!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/R_4gKZzvd-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/xWOxWKB1uH8/s1600-h/Grand+piano2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187619183876077538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px" height="150" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/R_4gKZzvd-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/xWOxWKB1uH8/s200/Grand+piano2.jpg" width="252" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187617130881710034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="200" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/R_4eS5zvd9I/AAAAAAAAAGE/YxDtlY9ehcQ/s200/Grand+piano1.jpg" width="173" border="0" /&gt; Some may be shouting seeing this grand piano, especially those avid music lovers like me. =) It's a grand piano standing magnificently in the living room of my uncle's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187620249027966978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="154" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/R_4hIZzveAI/AAAAAAAAAGc/i2mPe_i02es/s200/happy+us.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taking picture after the patriotism performance last year. Spot me? I'm the one laughing like mad, wearing cheongsam. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187621967014885410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="200" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/R_4isZzveCI/AAAAAAAAAGs/npVtqr7iJng/s200/A+ball+of+flowers+in+china.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A ball of beautiful flowers found in China. So cool right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187623998534416434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/R_4kipzveDI/AAAAAAAAAG0/MK5SFFtPh14/s320/Jiun+shyan+drivin.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Richard took this picture using my handphone(so don't scold me ya jiun shyan). Can you see? Jiun shyan is driving! Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187626820327929938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/R_4nG5zveFI/AAAAAAAAAHE/FjrltSQONDA/s320/JieMin+u+rock!frm+nithia.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This specially hand-made paper card is from my choir junior, Nithiaraj. He gave it to me last year when i retired from the president post, and the card says, 'Go Jie Min. You rock!' Thanks a lot ya nithia.. ^^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;More photos will be uploaded soon, and the picture of myself! Yay! Hope i will have captured more great and attractive photos. Hey you blogger! You rocks! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&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/2081667549155020507-4470448719126931804?l=jamielee1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/feeds/4470448719126931804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081667549155020507&amp;postID=4470448719126931804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/4470448719126931804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/4470448719126931804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/2008/04/share-of-my-photos.html' title='A share of my photos(from my handphone)'/><author><name>JaMie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00002885372288297021</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/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/STZp5jRr6XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LrJnJs4WHFQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/R_4g4Zzvd_I/AAAAAAAAAGU/zs3fXKwjojI/s72-c/At+m.p.+jusco+tgv+cinema.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081667549155020507.post-5054570563210812012</id><published>2008-04-10T19:13:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T21:14:34.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate being sick!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It had been a week and more since i last blogged. Well, there's always a reason why i didn't do something that should be done regularly. I was sick for the last whole week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It might be 'normal' for other people, maybe you, since the weather now is like a lady's mood, suddenly there's a downpour, and a few seconds after the sun remains hot blazing again. It's an eccentric weather i have to say, which caused me so home in bed - sick. Okay, this illness didn't visit me at the right time, because at that week itself, i had two important events.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;On the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tuesday&lt;/span&gt;, i had my driving test; and on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thursday&lt;/span&gt;, i had the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;JPA&lt;/span&gt; interview. Initially i was quite okay on that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tuesday&lt;/span&gt; morning, but the oven-like and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sweatful&lt;/span&gt; weather made me so feverish, and i think my face turned red of hotness at that time. I completed my on-the-road test at 10am something, and waited at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pondok&lt;/span&gt; for the slope, parking and three-point-turn tests. I waited with my new-made friends(actually most of them were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;smkb&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ians&lt;/span&gt;), and when the weather got hotter in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;pondok&lt;/span&gt; i started to feel like being scorched by the eye of the heaven(so-called), my whole body was so warm. Luckily i managed to finish the rest of all the tests, and passed with 'flying colours', '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;dengan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;cemerlang&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;gemilangnya&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Congrats to me. I rejoiced for my 'beautiful' result(well forgive me for such foolish and childish &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;thinkings&lt;/span&gt;, but this driving test is only once-in-a-lifetime right?), and when i was sending messages to my friends and family to inform them on this good news,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;DAMN IT&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it rained so &lt;strong&gt;heavily &lt;/strong&gt;all of the sudden, so out of blue. We all consisting of 11 people stayed in the waiting room to wait for our result cards, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DAMN IT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;again those staffs were having their 'scrumptious' lunches, and they were not to be DISTURBED. Okay, we &lt;em&gt;WAITED&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;and waited and waited until we couldn't bear with it anymore. We had been waiting for hours for just a card which is needed to be filled in 'lulus' or '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;gagal&lt;/span&gt;' only. These such simple things they took ages to finish. Really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;DAMN IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;. I was indeed cursing the stuffs and weather because the air-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;cond&lt;/span&gt; in the waiting room were so freaking cold, and it made me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;freezed&lt;/span&gt; and stretched my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;thermoreceptors&lt;/span&gt; to a maximum level. Rain pouring outside made the conditions to become even worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;As the result of it, when i was finally back home, i had fever, together with bad sore throat and scary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;coughings&lt;/span&gt;. At night my mum brought me to the doctor for the second time, and the doctor just pitied me while peering at me with a pair of 'pathetic-like' eyes through his spectacles, and he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;shook&lt;/span&gt; his head, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"You must be feeling very '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;xing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;ku&lt;/span&gt;'(bad)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh well, thanks ya doctor for your pity, and i think i have to thank him further for his effective curing medicine. I slept for the whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;wednesday&lt;/span&gt; on my bed(of course absent from college), and after my sleeping i felt so much better. And felt so well for being away from lessons and lectures for days. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I was fully prepared for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;JPA&lt;/span&gt; interview in the next day, but was NOT physically prepared, i doubt. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Nevermind&lt;/span&gt;, i went on with it, and i wore my choir &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;baju&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;kebaya&lt;/span&gt; costume. I cherished the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt; wearing it, because after that i might not have the chance to wear it again. It's a nice clothing, and ya, expensive. It's okay because it's not our main topic here. =p I saw Gabriel there, and he wore a smart suit with tie(his shirt is green with long sleeve, i bet he wore his librarian uniform. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And i saw some familiar faces outside my interview panel room. I couldn't manage to say their names out because i don't really know them. When i registered my name, i think we all had a great prank(although &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;april&lt;/span&gt; fool was already 2 days ago), because we all were asked to rearrange our certs and documents again in a new order in our clear holders. So, a MESS. Everybody was taking out his won certificates, and at that same time, i guess, showing off how thick his stack of certs is. I continued with mine, and i think my sight caught a pair of unfriendly eyes who kept peeking at me at times. The owner of the eyes was a girl who wore &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;baju&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;kebaya&lt;/span&gt; like me(but mine is better. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;kaka&lt;/span&gt;), and after that i found that she was in my same group. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;In that interview room, we all were being asked some very simple and essential questions, like introduce yourself, how was your coco, and what's your parent's income. And we were given a topic 'National language helps to unite the nation'. The topic was not difficult, and was not easy for me and my group members who disagreed it. We all argued on it, and tried to give some strong points in English. Well, i felt so nothing throughout the 40-minute interview, and i was so relaxed. Is that because i had already got such experience at all, or is it because the interview is really not scary at all?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, not the main point. All went on smoothly, but i disrupted the fine condition. I was coughing like&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ccccff;"&gt;HELL &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;in front of all of them, and spreading the contagious bacteria in the whole room. Oops, so sorry. Luckily the interviewers didn't say anything about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And finally all the important things were settled, and i was getting well from sickness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And thank God i have got the P license. But my driving still...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;SUCKS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My dad just shouted and yelled when i drove, and i nearly crashed with some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;mercedes&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;benz&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Haiz&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Watever&lt;/span&gt;, what a weird last week i had..I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; wanna be sick anymore!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;@,@ #,# *,* -,- 2,2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2081667549155020507-5054570563210812012?l=jamielee1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/feeds/5054570563210812012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081667549155020507&amp;postID=5054570563210812012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/5054570563210812012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/5054570563210812012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-hate-being-sick.html' title='I hate being sick!!!!'/><author><name>JaMie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00002885372288297021</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/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/STZp5jRr6XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LrJnJs4WHFQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081667549155020507.post-1083266438711281361</id><published>2008-03-28T10:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T10:58:09.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JPA Scholarship</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was sleeping soundly on my bed, and was dreaming on fantastic yet impossible + incredible things. But then, my handphone rang, pulling me away from my slumber.&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;I opened and had a look. It was a message which asked me whether i'm going for dance club anot. Then very soon after that, another message came.&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;'Which day are you being called for interview?'&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;What interview? The list comes out already?? Quickly i took my laptop and went down to level 1 of my hostel, connected it with the wireless and online.&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;I checked and i found that my interview day is on 3rd of April, 10am, at Putrajaya. &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;Luckily it doesn't crash with my driving test, if not i really don't know which one should i go for.&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;Nevermind. At least i've been shortlisted, and it's a good thing to say! Hope i can ace the JPA scholarship interview with ease!&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;I keep my fingers crossed. God bless me. I'm gonna get the JPA scholarship(provided that i'm really that capable).&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;Aja-aja fighting jie min~! Gambathe on that interview day!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;LOL~~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;*you might be wondering how i can write blog on this friday morning when i'm supposed to have classes. Well, i was absent, because i've got sick! Sorethroat, cough, and a bit of fever. OMG..thankfully i'm getting well already..hopefully xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2081667549155020507-1083266438711281361?l=jamielee1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/feeds/1083266438711281361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081667549155020507&amp;postID=1083266438711281361' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/1083266438711281361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/1083266438711281361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/2008/03/jpa-scholarship.html' title='JPA Scholarship'/><author><name>JaMie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00002885372288297021</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/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/STZp5jRr6XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LrJnJs4WHFQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081667549155020507.post-5076065757110708343</id><published>2008-03-20T16:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T19:04:40.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In fact, a friendship can last longer than you think..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Yesterday i was having 3 non-stop long practical lessons. Only being trapped in science labs with all people wearing so bright white didn't really cheer me up, but someone had successfully enlightened my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I was listening to my chemistry lecturer briefing on our experiments(well, gases tests!), and then my handphone vibrated suddenly.(luckily i set my phone in silent mode) Hiding behind my friend, i took out my phone and had a look. It was a strange number.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I let the phone rang and then stopped by itself. I know it was a miss call because after that i saw a message sent to me a couple of minutes ago. I opened the message and..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;MY DEAR!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;SHE SMS ME!!! SHE REMEMBERS ME!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Can you ever believe that? Have you ever come across a friendship which arouses again after 5 to 6 years of staying dimly and indistinctly? Alright, the 'she' who sms me was my best friend when i was in primary school. Oh no, should i say, she is always my best best buddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;She said she miss me, and asked me about my recent situation. I was so happy and triumphant, of course i always remember her, as my forever intimate, and she never forgets me, as her long-lasting friend. I acknowledge that we have lost contact for quite a long while, but it doesn't come to an end. Our friendship just rested for a short moment, and it still stays and remains in our hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Although we have not met each other for years, we are still alive vividly in each other's minds, and it shall not fade. Friendship forever, this phrase was not created just for fun. It exists with evidences and proofs in our real life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;So you guys out there, do cherish every friend you have now. Friends are not a tool. Instead, do think that friends are like a shoulder, they are always there for you to lean against when you are upset; and friends are like a shining star in a night horizon sky too, it might disappear when there is a mist, but it will definitely reveal again when the sky is clear, and continue to brighten up you life and pull you away from dark abyss..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And do bear in your mind that, i'm one of your friends too.. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2081667549155020507-5076065757110708343?l=jamielee1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/feeds/5076065757110708343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081667549155020507&amp;postID=5076065757110708343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/5076065757110708343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/5076065757110708343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/2008/03/in-fact-friendship-can-last-longer-than.html' title='In fact, a friendship can last longer than you think..'/><author><name>JaMie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00002885372288297021</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/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/STZp5jRr6XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LrJnJs4WHFQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081667549155020507.post-3104427515505650143</id><published>2008-03-15T10:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T12:06:38.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me why</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Somebody sent me an e-mail, and it is a 10-year-old boy singing a song entitled 'Tell me why'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And his powerful yet splendid and clear voice mesmerised me. Indeed. Come, let me share the video with u --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nzLZ32kZT5M&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And the lyrics touched my heart truly and deeply :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;In my dreams children sing&lt;br /&gt;A song of love for every boy and girl&lt;br /&gt;The sky is blue the fields are green&lt;br /&gt;And laughter is the language of the world&lt;br /&gt;Then I wake and all I see is a world full of people in need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why, does it have to be like this&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why, is there something I have missed&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why, I don't understand&lt;br /&gt;When somebody needs somebody&lt;br /&gt;We don't give a helping hand&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day I ask myself what I have to do to be a man&lt;br /&gt;Do I have to stand and fight&lt;br /&gt;To prove to everybody who I am&lt;br /&gt;Is that what my life is for&lt;br /&gt;To waste in a world full of war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why, does it have to be like this&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why, is there something I have missed&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why, I don't understand&lt;br /&gt;When somebody needs somebody&lt;br /&gt;We don't give a helping hand&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why why, do the tiders run&lt;br /&gt;Why why, do we shoot the gun&lt;br /&gt;Why why, do we never learn&lt;br /&gt;Can someone tell us why we cannot just be friends&lt;br /&gt;Why Why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, tell me why there are people in our world suffering in plights and disasters&lt;/em&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/2081667549155020507-3104427515505650143?l=jamielee1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/feeds/3104427515505650143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081667549155020507&amp;postID=3104427515505650143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/3104427515505650143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/3104427515505650143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/2008/03/tell-me-why.html' title='Tell me why'/><author><name>JaMie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00002885372288297021</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/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/STZp5jRr6XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LrJnJs4WHFQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081667549155020507.post-4682931189739535187</id><published>2008-03-12T20:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T14:48:51.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPM results released</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Today is the releasing date for SPM results, and it had been a great and nervous and disappointing day for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to school at 10 am, and many people were already there, with several but almost the same expression portrayed clearly on their faces - nervous. We all just couldn't wait for the result to come out, but at the same time, we didn't hope to know our results so soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5s got their results the earliest, then 5E. The students of 5E were so agitated when they saw miss assunta walking into canteen, and a few minutes later, a malay female teacher walked to our 5K group and asked,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Kelas 5K?'&lt;br /&gt;'Ya..'&lt;br /&gt;'Okay, Mari sini.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'AAAAAAARRRRGGGGGHHHHHH' So unexpectedly,(we were just searching for pn asma before that), we just shouted our lungs out uncontrollably. We all gathered around, with fast-pounding heart, scanned our results from the first name - fang jayne, then kah ooi, mae jen, shuat lee, .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was my turn!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart nearly sank when i saw my result :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--9A1s and 2A2s--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? why? why??? Why had i got A2s for EST and BC?? I nearly damned the result at that moment, but then i calmed a bit...because i found that weng hoong has the same result as mine! Weng hoong give me five!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But frankly speaking, i was quite disappointed. So far i'm hoping to get 11A1s, but it seems i can't meet my aim. Alright, it's ok, at least i've got full As, and my parents and relatives are satisfied with it. Okay, i'm really okay with my SPM results now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of SPM results, kah ooi, richard and i headed straight to Jonathan's house, and then we went to 1U by jon's mum's car. That was the greatest time i had so far this year that i have to admit, although we just strolled in that mall with zero direction. When it was lunch time, we went to the Shakey's Pizza and i dare say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It SUCKXXXX!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because there were only 2 waiters there doing all the stuffs, and when we were taking order, the telephone rang, and the waiter said, 'sorry, telephone rings', and he just went off to receive call, leaving us with totally 'zadao' faces..and the food...i just don't understand why it doesn't taste nice, and why it just makes us feel so FUULLLLL.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least we ate something for our lunch ya. And we met weng hoong and jiun shyan, and went to do a free scalp analysis there. =) It was fun and for the first time i know weng hoong and jonathan are having oily hair, like me. +P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then took 2 taxis back to ktm station where jiun shyan parked his car there, and we went back home by his car. Honestly, we risked our lives actually when he drove..and his jeep car was so packed and well, small...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i arrived home safely. Thanks ya jiun shyan. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later gonna watch 10,000 BC. Yeah! It's a great movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2081667549155020507-4682931189739535187?l=jamielee1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/feeds/4682931189739535187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081667549155020507&amp;postID=4682931189739535187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/4682931189739535187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/4682931189739535187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/2008/03/spm-results-released.html' title='SPM results released'/><author><name>JaMie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00002885372288297021</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/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/STZp5jRr6XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LrJnJs4WHFQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081667549155020507.post-6866029287385851598</id><published>2008-03-08T10:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T10:32:05.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Today morning was a tiring morning. All my limbs are now like wanting to collapse and break apart from my body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Today practiced on the road and parking, and then learnt three-point-turn. It's not difficult after all, but my legs and hands were tortured. I really really(^1000) hate pressing on the clutch and turning the steering!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Everytime when i did parking or three-point-turn, i had to turn the steering left or right to the maximum, then release clutch a bit, reverse, then brake again. Then turn steering to the other side, release clutch, brake. Turn, release, brake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Turn, release, brake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Turn, release, brake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Turn, release, brake...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:&amp;amp;*@#$%*!&amp;amp;@$#%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&amp;amp;*@#$%*!&amp;amp;@$#%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;*&amp;amp;(!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Sien ar! My left leg resting(okay, it wasn't really RESTing, it was stretching my muscles to an unbearable level!) on the clutch was really tired, and my hand just kept on turning the still-like steering which was quite disobedient to bring the kancil car to where i want it to go. Alright! I don't believe i couldn't conquer it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Anyway, after all, my driving lessons are going on smoothly..although i admit that my car did 'sei fo'(engine just off by itself...because i released clutch too soon!) for a few times, and nearly got stuck in traffic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;But it's normal for a novice like me, i suppose.(swt) My driving test will be on 1st of April(April fool ya), and i'm gonna skip my lessons on that day. If you don't mind, please do some prayers for my test. I must PASS!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;so that i can drive to my college by myself soon..since nobody can fetch me there at all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Learning driving is like that de lo~~ *my parents said*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/2081667549155020507-6866029287385851598?l=jamielee1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/feeds/6866029287385851598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081667549155020507&amp;postID=6866029287385851598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/6866029287385851598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/6866029287385851598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/2008/03/driving.html' title='Driving!'/><author><name>JaMie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00002885372288297021</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/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/STZp5jRr6XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LrJnJs4WHFQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081667549155020507.post-964490505641637024</id><published>2008-03-07T19:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T17:37:00.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So that's latin dance!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;To implement my promise i made last week to my friends, i decided to join HELP &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;latin&lt;/span&gt; dance club today at 1-2 pm in my hostel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;And it brought us really so much FUN!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;After having the 'crazing' and seem-going-to-fail Physics test, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pui&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sheon&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ly&lt;/span&gt; and i meandered around HELP campuses while waiting for time to arrive. We sat in McDonald in main block and chatted, and intermittently interrupted by an old-looking waitress who was like too free until she kept on meddling our conversations, asking us to join what McDonald kids club(well, we are not kids!!!), and crapping about the coupons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Alright, the waitress is not the main point. After that, we headed to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Wisma&lt;/span&gt; HELP to attend the Planet Movers introductory meeting. Planet Movers is a human &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;rights&lt;/span&gt; club, and the two presidents who are the founders are just simply beautiful and attractive. We just stayed there for a short while(though Planet Movers is really an interesting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;club&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; gonna join it) and left for main block again with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hui&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;yi&lt;/span&gt; and sue &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;anne&lt;/span&gt; to have the very first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;latin&lt;/span&gt; dance lesson!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Now the climax came. We as the newcomers(most of us are classmates! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;) learnt the basic steps, and soon i was invited to dance with a guy whom i didn't know initially, and he taught me the basic things about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;latin&lt;/span&gt; dance. And later after some time, i only realise he's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;jo&lt;/span&gt; eve's brother!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;! Quite coincident ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*PS: Jo eve is my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;hostelmate&lt;/span&gt; who's taking A-level too =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I really thank that guy for teaching me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;patiently&lt;/span&gt; although i just seemed so clumsy and rude while i stepped forth and back, twisted and turned, and flung my hand out left and right. And it was really fun and exciting. It was the first time i got to know dancing, especially before this i could only see other people dancing with so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;much&lt;/span&gt; envy. +)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;The moment when you move your body in tempo with music is really different from singing or playing music, and it's certainly enjoyable! I assure you! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Everytime&lt;/span&gt; after we completed a dance with our own partner(okay, girls dance with guys), we would shout and clap happily for our success(although quite a number of us danced quite messily), because we did enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Come on! Let's dance together!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Dance for a purpose~Dance for your life~Dance for your sake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Kaka~~~ ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2081667549155020507-964490505641637024?l=jamielee1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/feeds/964490505641637024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081667549155020507&amp;postID=964490505641637024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/964490505641637024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/964490505641637024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-thats-latin-dance.html' title='So that&apos;s latin dance!'/><author><name>JaMie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00002885372288297021</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/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/STZp5jRr6XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LrJnJs4WHFQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081667549155020507.post-740069380514609116</id><published>2008-03-01T12:20:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T15:07:07.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've changed, as many people said</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Time doesn't fly, it swifts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So soon, i have been in HELP for 2 months, and today is already a real new month for everyone. In these 2 months i have indeed changed a lot, no matter in the perspective of appearances or personalities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I only realise my changes when i met Jonathan and Mei Thin in HELP yesterday. The first response i received from Jonathan was,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Oh mum!(he's always used to call me mum) You've changed!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Well, i was quite shocked at that moment. I thought i'm still the Jie Min whom everybody is still familiar with, but in fact i'm a bit wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This is not the first time my high school friends told me that i've changed, but the words of such emphasis on my changes from Jonathan shocked me for the first time, "do i change a lot?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"You look old ald la mum"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Oh. Grown matured d?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Oh on mum. Old. You're really old d la."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What a thunder striking my ice-like-heart, and quickly my heart shattered into pieces. Oh well Jonathan, ladies hate people telling them they are old!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I bear..as his attitude is always like that. He doesn't change, but i believe he will change when he's started his studies. Life in college is not easy, when you really have to be independent to adapt yourself into a whole new and yet total unfamiliar environment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I believe these 2 months do mellow me, and i'm slowly turning into an adult, a lady, a real woman, oh well, not an O-L-D person!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*be careful of your mouth ya jon!* xP&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/2081667549155020507-740069380514609116?l=jamielee1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/feeds/740069380514609116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081667549155020507&amp;postID=740069380514609116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/740069380514609116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/740069380514609116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/2008/03/ive-changed-as-many-people-said.html' title='I&apos;ve changed, as many people said'/><author><name>JaMie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00002885372288297021</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/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/STZp5jRr6XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LrJnJs4WHFQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081667549155020507.post-6898933776572071952</id><published>2008-02-23T13:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T13:07:04.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back blogging again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Well, it had been quite some time since i last blogged. Lazy indeed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Okla, i know i should be 'hardworking' a bit. A-levels is not easy girl! Till now tests are yet coming and i don't seem like bothering much.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Now more of my concentrations are focusing on the SPM results. Many possibilities i had heard of. 26th of feb, 28th of feb, 11th of march, and 13th of march. Can someone tell me the EXACT date? I'm so damn nervous. Last night i dreamt that i'd got 11A1s, and i was like floating high up the sky like a balloon, but at the second sight i looked at the result slip, OMG, i had B and C and D... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;What a nightmare. Gosh! My aim is to get straight A1s(11A1s)! Hope it can really come true(especially i'm not so confident with my moral and est =( cry..)oh dear! I'm so damn nervous! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Mixed feelings. Haiz. And noe what, my NS camp is in Bintulu, Sarawak! It's such a nice place but i'm not going...okla, just miss a chance to take the aeroplane and enjoy the 3-month experiences. Alright, i shall repay it one day for myself, because i'm really longing to travel in east m'sia and get soaked in the beauty of nature!(Orang utans are so so cute =P) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Yesterday i didn't go back to my school to see choir. I mean, it's really time for them to be independent, although there's still a mess and seems to get messier. Not that i've got disappointed with them, i just feel that i really really have to say 'goodbye' to them..i noe they are always hoping we seniors can come back and help them, but sadly i can't. I shouldn't meddle too much as i had retired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;GO GO CHOIR!! Don't ever beaten down by failures and challenges! Have faith in urself! Lots of apologies for not going back for the 2nd time, but i really need to refrain from doing so. Moreover, i've got sick i suppose. Flu, cough, sore throat. Oh dear, tortured. And it's not good to spread the bacteria around in school ya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;HAARRRRR CCCCCIIIIIIIIIIIIIUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Oh man. Caught a cold! =( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2081667549155020507-6898933776572071952?l=jamielee1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/feeds/6898933776572071952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081667549155020507&amp;postID=6898933776572071952' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/6898933776572071952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/6898933776572071952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-back-blogging-again.html' title='I&apos;m back blogging again'/><author><name>JaMie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00002885372288297021</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/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/STZp5jRr6XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LrJnJs4WHFQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081667549155020507.post-5723254279629619236</id><published>2008-02-13T20:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T12:51:32.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My CNY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Actually, nothing special about my cny...just visit relatives, eat, sleep, play...what a normal cny again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;But, the only thing that can really cheer me up is, the amount of ang pau money i received!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Guess how much is it?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Haha...so far i've received RM900+ this year... and will be more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;That's the happiest thing that happens during my CNY...suddenly have the thought not to get married so that i can collect ang pau every year forever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;CHOY CHOY! CHOY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;haha...&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/2081667549155020507-5723254279629619236?l=jamielee1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/feeds/5723254279629619236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081667549155020507&amp;postID=5723254279629619236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/5723254279629619236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/5723254279629619236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-cny.html' title='My CNY'/><author><name>JaMie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00002885372288297021</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/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/STZp5jRr6XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LrJnJs4WHFQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081667549155020507.post-4821609083488547465</id><published>2008-02-07T17:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T15:04:46.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>新年快乐。鼠年行大运！</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Yesterday night 'chu xi ye'. Reunion dinner in my grandma's house. The whole Lee family gathered together, eating steamboat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Wow. So nice. My saliva flew out already. Why steamboat so tasty wan. I cooked a lot and ate a lot. cooked and ate. Cooked and ate. Fuiyo. Stomach wanna burst d.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Then we chatted. And played crazily with cousins. Making jokes, talking lots of craps are always our favourites, although we often meet each other, at least once or twice a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Today, day 1 of CNY. Chu yi. Last night slept late, but had to wake up early. What 接财神 wo. Then go 接 lo. Then went to Dato's house, met a lot of 'strangers'(my father's colleagues la), then went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Then go relative's house. I love going to their house, because every CNY i go there, i will receive at least 8 to 9 ang paus from there. Till now, let me count a bit, haha, i had received ang pau maney of RM 370! My 'main relatives' - uncles and aunts haven given me ang paus le. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Thanks wor for the ang pau. I just woke up, from my nap. Too tired just now after拜年. Now at my grandma's house waiting for dinner, then will go out again. Haha. My sister and 2 cousin sisters are still sleeping. Just now 4 of us squeezed in a queen-sized double bed! haha ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Actually, my CNY is just like a routine every year. The schedule is like already fixed, and we children already know where to go for the next destination. Haha. Anyway, the happiest thing is, we can get LOTS and LOTS of ANG PAUSSSS!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I'm like tooo excited. Ok. Control a bit. Chinese new year ma, cannot be like a monkey. And i can't enjoy much food today, eating vege only. 吃斋. So how's ur CNY? Enjoy ur happry golden rat year ya +) ahya. tired again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;祝你在鼠年啥喜事都'鼠'不完！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2081667549155020507-4821609083488547465?l=jamielee1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/feeds/4821609083488547465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081667549155020507&amp;postID=4821609083488547465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/4821609083488547465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/4821609083488547465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title='新年快乐。鼠年行大运！'/><author><name>JaMie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00002885372288297021</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/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/STZp5jRr6XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LrJnJs4WHFQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081667549155020507.post-3989188650067958937</id><published>2008-02-02T17:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T12:52:08.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Mid of a Valley</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday went to MidValley with my family, and i just whispered in my heart all the way to and back, 'wah! so many people!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Of course there are many people going to Midvalley...or should i say precisely, many people are rushing to the malls now...1U, Sungei Wang, Times Square, The curve, everywhere is just crowded with people, indicating that Chinese New Year is coming!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm feeling so excited, although i had celebrated cny for 16 years. Just come to think of it, when there's cny, there's a holiday, and i don't have to attend classes, finish those seemed-not-going-to-be-finished homeworks, and most importantly, i can get many many ang paus! *yeah*clapping hands*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We went to MidValley by ktm, and for sure, time was wasted to wait for the 'dai pai' train to come, oh no, to crawl like a caterpillar to the ktm station. And when we reached MidValley, almost all the passengers leaved the train, and MidValley was just flooded with people. Slowly 'squeezed' into the mall, and it was the time for shopping! Long time no shopping-spreeee ya.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Looking around, wow, nike shop. And mayb my parents' mood was quite good, they bought me a nike shirt and a nike pants. =) so happy. +) And we walked and walked again, and most of the time was just accompanying my mum for her shopping. And guess what, my sister bought a cheongsam!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;OMG...she wants to wear cheongsam for CNY!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, it's indeed surprising to know that...how dare she imitates me...because i'm wearing cheongsam too. Alright, my cheongsam is better than hers anyway. I bought the cheongsam of mine (the one i was wearing during Hari Patriotisme in school belongs to my mum) in China last month, a totally new pure-silk cheongsam. haha. let's see who turns out to be more beautiful. +P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We shopped and shopped, and it was damn hell tiring...i was wearing high-heel boots! Luckily i had used to wearing high-heels, if not i really had to go back home with naked feet. Then, dinner time! My favourite time. We fed our starving stomachs at secret recipe, and at 8 pm, there was a china acrobatic performance in the centre court. Well, it was nice, the girls could bend their bodies like chewing gum, and the muscular boys did their make-ups. Just cheered for them lor, they must have suffered a lot as an acrobat. Pity them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After the show, went back home. And again i really cursed the train, i had been waiting for centuries, from only a few people waiting at the station until there was no space anymore to stand. Finally, the crawling train appeared, and all rushed and pushed. Gosh! I was like in a sardine tin, no no, the train was even more packed than a sardine. i didn't have to hold anything at all while standing to balance myself, because the people besides me could block me from falling down, preventing the inertia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;An hour later only back home. Well, shopping was over, and my blog should end now. Actually I don't know why i'm writing this blog, maybe i'm too lazy to study(esp for my tests on mon). Okay, i know i'm sitting in front of this laptop writing all these craps..haiz...enough of that. Lastly, wish you all a happy chinese new year!!! Remember to share your ang pau money with me ya...you 70 me 30...haha! *jk*&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/2081667549155020507-3989188650067958937?l=jamielee1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/feeds/3989188650067958937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081667549155020507&amp;postID=3989188650067958937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/3989188650067958937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/3989188650067958937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/2008/02/in-mid-of-valley.html' title='In the Mid of a Valley'/><author><name>JaMie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00002885372288297021</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/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/STZp5jRr6XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LrJnJs4WHFQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081667549155020507.post-3901359419294048773</id><published>2008-02-01T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T12:28:40.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 in the morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Waking up to find another day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The moon got lost again last night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But now the sun has finally had its say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I guess I feel alright&lt;br /&gt;But it hurts when I think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When I let it sink in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's all over me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm lying here in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm watching you sleep, it hurts a lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&amp;amp; all I know is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You've got to give me everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nothing less cause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You know I give you all of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I give you everything that I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm handin' over everything that I've go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;tCause I wanna have a really true love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Don't ever wanna have to go &amp;amp; give you up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Stay up till Four In The Morning &amp;amp; the tears are pouring&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I want to make it worth the fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What have we been doing for all this time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Baby if we're gonna do it, come on do it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All I wanted was to know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm safe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Don't want to lose the love I've found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Remember when you said that you would change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Don't let me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's not fair how you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can't be complete, can you give me more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&amp;amp; all I know is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You got to give me everything&amp;amp; nothing less cause&lt;br /&gt;You know I give you all of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I give you everything that I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm handin' over everything that I've got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cause I wanna have a really true love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Don't ever wanna have to go &amp;amp; give you up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Stay up till Four In The Morning &amp;amp; the tears are pouring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&amp;amp; I want to make it worth the fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What have we been doing for all this time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Baby if we're gonna do it, come on do it right&lt;br /&gt;Oh please, you know what I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Save all your love up for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We can't escape the love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Give me everything that you have&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; all I know isYou got to give me everything&amp;amp; nothing less cause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You know I give you all of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I give you everything that I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm handin' over everything that I've got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cause I wanna have a really true love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Don't ever wanna have to go &amp;amp; give you up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Stay up till Four In The Morning &amp;amp; the tears are pouring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&amp;amp; I want to make it worth the fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What have we been doing for all this time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Baby if we're gonna do it, come on do it right&lt;br /&gt;(Give you everything)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(Give you all of me) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2081667549155020507-3901359419294048773?l=jamielee1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/feeds/3901359419294048773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081667549155020507&amp;postID=3901359419294048773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/3901359419294048773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/3901359419294048773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/2008/02/4-in-morning.html' title='4 in the morning'/><author><name>JaMie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00002885372288297021</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/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/STZp5jRr6XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LrJnJs4WHFQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081667549155020507.post-8729563807422126068</id><published>2008-01-26T10:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T12:52:49.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweeney Todd</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/R5qlMasilcI/AAAAAAAAADM/oPpw12KFvBA/s1600-h/250px-Johnny_Depp_as_Sweeney_Todd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159617955849475522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" height="193" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/R5qlMasilcI/AAAAAAAAADM/oPpw12KFvBA/s320/250px-Johnny_Depp_as_Sweeney_Todd.jpg" width="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Those who are never outdated with latest movies will not feel strange about Sweeney Todd...why? Because Sweeney Todd is actually a movie...(swt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday after 2 lessons(one physics lecture and 1 chemistry practical - yeah! entered the science labs again!), which is around 12pm, my new friends who are sheue li, su xin, siew yan, hui yi and boon keong(i think his name is spelt so) took bus to One Utama with me...and sadly i say, i hate taking bus, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the bus to come is really quite a disaster..well, i noe i have exaggerated a bit, but i had sat at the bus stop for over 20 minutes already and yet the bus hadn't come...and finally, the U82 Rapid KL bus arrived and we quickly pushed other ppl to the side to rush into the bus(well, good citizens ya XD)..and then, we had been in the bus for almost an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment only i realised that the bus stop at HELP main block is actually the first station, and One Utama is the last station! Alright, we waited...and of course chatted and made jokes along the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we arrived..then we decided to watch this Sweeney Todd movie, and what makes me feel happy is, it's 18PL! haha...from now onwards i don't have to worry anymore when i want to watch this kind of movie, because i just have to show my student card and tell the cashier, ' wei! I'm already a college student and of course i can watch this movie...sell me the ticket cheaper!' +P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the movie was showing, i could only feel my whole body shivering...it was so cold inside the cinema! And frankly speaking, i was not really attracted to the movie...well, it's DISGUSTING but NOT SCARY at all(for me la)...it's about a barber who wants to take a revenge on a judge called Judge Turpin for his wife and daughter...the barber called himself Sweeney Todd but actually his real name is Benjamin Barker..and when he came back to London, his house, he started to revenge...he's expert in shaving man's moustache or beard, and when he's shaving he will just shave the man's head off...and then grind their meat into meat pies to be sold to people who actually ENJOY the meat pies...and accidentally, he killed his insane wife and nearly cut his daughter's throat too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i think the synopsis of the movie just goes like this. Nothing special of this movie actually, because we can always guess what's happening next since his style of killing is always the same - which is cutting man's throat and red blood oozes out. Ok, that's disgusting, and a bit of horrible. What makes the movie quite interesting is, it's quite funny, and all the characters just keep on singing sometimes instead of dialogues...those songs r not bad ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching movie, sheue li and i decided to take bus back hostel...guess what, it was raining outside! Argh, luckily i brought my umbrella out...and we both asked here and there to know where can take bus and waited and waited and waited...finally took bus back hostel(and on the way too, i just doubted whether i took the wrong bus -,-!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was already 6 something pm when i reached my hostel...what a tiring day...i regretted a bit, because i would rather go back to see choir than to take the stupid bus to One Utama...! Haih...but still what can i do since my parents don't allow me to go back to Kepong alone??!&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/2081667549155020507-8729563807422126068?l=jamielee1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/feeds/8729563807422126068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081667549155020507&amp;postID=8729563807422126068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/8729563807422126068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/8729563807422126068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/2008/01/sweeney-todd.html' title='Sweeney Todd'/><author><name>JaMie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00002885372288297021</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/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/STZp5jRr6XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LrJnJs4WHFQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/R5qlMasilcI/AAAAAAAAADM/oPpw12KFvBA/s72-c/250px-Johnny_Depp_as_Sweeney_Todd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081667549155020507.post-7130991289006010208</id><published>2008-01-24T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T18:14:02.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Science labs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today, finally, i have got the chance to step into the science labs in HELP...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The first time wearing the white lab coats was really cool...at that moment i thought i had become a doctor or a scientist...and the practical lesson for today was the biology lesson, form 2 to 4 pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today we examined the human cheek cells and plant cells(onion cells) under a microscope...i was really excited because it was the very first time i used my own microscope, prepared my own slide, carried out my own experiment. But, maybe we are not really experienced enough, we always couldn't see our cells properly...don't worry, our lecturer just came and adjusted here adjusted there..and the cells were clearly visible again! Wow! What a magic hand!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2 hours of interesting time seemed to be too fast...nevermind, tomorrow i will be stepping into the science labs again...after that go to 1u with new friends to watch movie! Esp, i'm going back home tomorrow too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Science labs in help are of course nice...because i had paid RM 750 per science subject(total RM 2250) for it! +P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2081667549155020507-7130991289006010208?l=jamielee1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/feeds/7130991289006010208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081667549155020507&amp;postID=7130991289006010208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/7130991289006010208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/7130991289006010208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/2008/01/science-labs.html' title='Science labs'/><author><name>JaMie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00002885372288297021</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/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/STZp5jRr6XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LrJnJs4WHFQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081667549155020507.post-3911116963873692303</id><published>2008-01-23T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T12:15:01.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>想念·怀念</title><content type='html'>很久没为我的部落格写写东西了，可能是最近较忙较累吧！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;踏入了学院，很快的我有了不少的感慨。虽然认识了很多朋友，他们也满棒的，可是不知怎的觉得心里总有一些些空虚...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好怀念以前上中学的日子，那一去到学校就遇到朋友的轻松时光。不是吗？以前的我在学校没事做时便往合唱团转，唱唱歌谈谈天，舒解压力；要不就转个身前往辅导室去与体贴的辅导老师聊天谈心事做事情；再不然，就待在朋友堆里谈天说地，高谈阔论，毫无禁忌，大喊大笑...这些日子都让我好怀念好怀念...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;现在在学院，混在一起的都是新朋友。也跟我一起读的老朋友不是没读了，就是不同班，同班的又不是很熟悉...跟新朋友在一起，说话客客气气，有话题就谈一两句，然后沉寂一片，想找共同的话题也真难。怎么不能像以前那样，要谈什么就谈什么？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;开始想念旧朋友了...虽然只离别了那么几个月，却感觉上好像大家隔了一个天一个地，好像分离了好久...sin yee, jonathan, katharine, richard, kah ooi, 还有认识我的你和他，我都很想念。还记得我们一起疯狂的时候吗？想念那好像永远都长不大的5K班吗？转眼间，大家都大了，17、18岁了，会为前途奔波，各忙各的了...只是，我们忘了曾经肝胆相照的大家吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一定不会忘记的...就像我这样，时时挂念着加入了三年的合唱团, 是多么想回到从前天天唱歌, 天天胡闹叽喳的时候，重新为比赛奋斗，重新与每一位成员打成一片...多么想回到以前忙碌着搞辅导团活动的日子；好想好想在学校酸甜苦辣的时光...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;无论如何，怀念归怀念，我是时候为未来打拼了...说实话，我还不是很适应在学院和宿舍生活的日子...希望我能过这一关，开开心心的享受一切。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;朋友们，何时能聚一聚？十分期待当天的到来...我明白现在SMKKB换了很令人讨厌的制度，但，我还很爱它，因我想念它！别忘了，在考SPM华文作文时，我为它写了很长很长发自内心的文章...将永远把这一切记在心中。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2081667549155020507-3911116963873692303?l=jamielee1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/feeds/3911116963873692303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081667549155020507&amp;postID=3911116963873692303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/3911116963873692303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/3911116963873692303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title='想念·怀念'/><author><name>JaMie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00002885372288297021</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/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/STZp5jRr6XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LrJnJs4WHFQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081667549155020507.post-5345746650676220679</id><published>2008-01-10T10:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T12:56:26.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A love story to share</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He saw her eyes closing and her eyelids seemed too heavy to open again. Looking at her placid yet charming face, he knew he had fallen in love with her. She wasn't having a pair of beautiful big eyes, neither a well-shaped countenance and lustrous straight hair. But for him, she was the prettiest among the prettiest girls. He loved her, and he knew that. He promised to protect her forever, but he failed to do so. She was lying on the bed in a hospital ward. She had met with an accident and he was not there. He felt so guilty but what could he do? Besides loving her, what else had he done for her? He never hold her hands even when she intended to do so. He never gave her a birthday present except just wishing her at 12am in the midnight. Most importantly, he had never told her that he loved her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He touched her fingers and lifted her right hand up. He looked at her sleeping face which seemed not going to wake up anymore, and whispered in her ear softly, 'I love you...', with tears secretly rolling down from the edges of his eyes along his cheeks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, began to fill the entire spaces of the hospital ward, between two lovers who were destined to part with each other and suffer in the end of the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;**erm...how you think about this story? I know it's not really interesting and romantic...but at least this is my first masterpiece of love story(haha! so much more to be improved! =P) actually, i wrote this story last saturday when i was waiting for the undang test(had been waiting for 7 to 8 hours huh...stupid stupid stupid! wasted my precious time), and finally i passed...46/50...considered ok i suppose...going for the amali theory course tomorrow(hope i dont have to wait for so long anymore tomorrow) +)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2081667549155020507-5345746650676220679?l=jamielee1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/feeds/5345746650676220679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081667549155020507&amp;postID=5345746650676220679' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/5345746650676220679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/5345746650676220679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/2008/01/love-story-to-share.html' title='A love story to share'/><author><name>JaMie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00002885372288297021</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/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/STZp5jRr6XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LrJnJs4WHFQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081667549155020507.post-2994422784806020433</id><published>2008-01-10T10:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T12:55:57.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>College has lotsa fun! =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;A-levels classes were commenced this monday, 7 of january. And this makes me realise how fun the college life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to know many great friends. This is partly because of the small-class-system carried out by HELP, where we can just make friends with all the classmates so easily, since all of them are so friendly and too eager to make new friends like me! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, i know some new friends in hostel. They come from different states of Peninsular Malaysia, and they are really open in making friends. One of the guys is so so humorous, and often makes his listeners laugh and laugh and laugh! kaka...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lecturers also make our college life fun and exciting and memorable. They are excellent, dedicated, funny(always like to tell jokes), helpful, experienced and considerate. Since each lecture class has only up to 20+ to 30 students(and we do not need tutorials at all), we have a considerable chance to have interactions with lecturers. This is just the same thing like when we were in primary school and secondary school, when teachers taught us, guided us and helped us fully. The lecturers always encourage us to ask questions, motivate us to be active in classes, and inspire us to aim for results with flying colours. They are absolutely good in teaching, and i believe i can score well in A-levels with their assistance and guidance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the main thing that makes up the fun of college life is, i don't have to wear the boring uniform to school anymore. Having a chance to throw away my white shirts and blue pinafores lets me have a big big relief(phew...haha), especially i need not to be binded by strict rules and regulations anymore, such as nails must not be too long(in which i always like to keep it long and had been caught for several times), long hair must be tied(i love to put my hair down instead of tying it), fringe must be above eyebrow(but i'm lazy to cut wor), necklaces and bracelets are not allowed(i believe girls can't live without them) , every monday must wear tie(i really really totally detest and loathe wearing tie around my neck, it's like being throttled!)etc., and they all now seem extremely annoying and not valuable. In HELP, in college, we are free in wearing what you want, and luckily, the girls in HELP normally won't misuse this freedom to wear XXX which will be quite an eyesore. I can now dress myself up beautifully, no more worries of being pointed by so-called blue shirt people(no offence here) and disciplinary teachers. Every college student shares the same status, as there are no prefects(sorry of that to my friends who were or are prefects), and the same purpose of studying and enjoying freedom in college life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New friends(and old friends too, many smkbians study in help, that's a good thing to say!), lecturers, freedom and activities will help me ace college life with ease. Really, i love the study life in college! =) you too if you're now studying or going to study in colleges, enjoy your college life to the fullest!!!&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/2081667549155020507-2994422784806020433?l=jamielee1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/feeds/2994422784806020433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081667549155020507&amp;postID=2994422784806020433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/2994422784806020433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/2994422784806020433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/2008/01/college-has-lotsa-fun.html' title='College has lotsa fun! =)'/><author><name>JaMie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00002885372288297021</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/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/STZp5jRr6XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LrJnJs4WHFQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081667549155020507.post-4859841843040433719</id><published>2008-01-04T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T18:00:57.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orientation days at HELP</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I have to say, orientation days are just so tiring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;1st day, which is yesterday, i met jia ern, pei yi, kim houng, jing hui and brian, and suprisingly saw jin sheng and sheena there. So far so good. We are schoolmates again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;After registration, we went to conference hall, and so stupid we just could see the lcd screen but not the real person. In fact, those important people were at the other side, the theatre which is besides the conference hall. Because of the large amount of students coming for A-levels orientation, one threatre is just not enough to fit so many students. As the result, we are 'sacrified' in the conference hall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Lectures and talks began then...talks and talks and talks...quite boring if be frank. After that, campus tour. Campus tour really made us feel exhausted. After walking for a distance at the main campus, we took the shuttle bus to KPD building(which consists of KPD A, KPD D - our science labs, and KPD E), and the walked again. After reaching each building, walked up and down the stairs...then walked to Wisma HELP which is our department - Department of A-levels(finally reached our place ya), took the lift, visited here and there, and walked down stairs, looked into the classrooms, down stairs again, looked here and there again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Finally the tour came to an end. We walked back again to the place where the bus dropped us earlier, waited for the bus, and then got up and eventually reached the main campus...those who had not gone for the campus tour with us may feel complicated and blurred now, but it's true that HELP buildings are scattered here and there..no wonder HELP students look so thin...they have to walk and take bus every morning to their classes and lectures..good exercise in the morning...lol...not funny...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;During the tour, i could notice that everybody's face showed an 'excitement'(actually is tiredness, hunger, and the HOTNESS of the sun...)we sweated so much when we walked, and we felt like losing most of our body energy...too tired...(esp i had to walk to my hostel again..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The next day, which is today, is our last day of orientation. Today is relaxed a bit, when we just had to sit in the theatre and listened to the briefings of A-level subjects. After that, we 'accidentally' met weng hoong, jiun shyan and ooi leong who came to seek for advices...then, we all together with min hui, beeng yoong, kelly, james etc who are studying foudation went to mamak stall and ate...then suggested to visit my hostel...but they were blocked by the guard...cuz there are boys(boys cannot enter girl's hostel), and too many people...haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;anyway, wish my college be an exciting one. 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HELP'/><author><name>JaMie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00002885372288297021</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/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/STZp5jRr6XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LrJnJs4WHFQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081667549155020507.post-8398950309422348860</id><published>2008-01-01T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T13:09:05.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waltz of the Flower</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/R3nK2KkgqXI/AAAAAAAAADE/e74z70MDJ_Y/s1600-h/2007-11-01-1914-18[1].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150370680774109554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/R3nK2KkgqXI/AAAAAAAAADE/e74z70MDJ_Y/s400/2007-11-01-1914-18%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a 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title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/122017594302118404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/122017594302118404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/2008/01/secret.html' title='Secret'/><author><name>JaMie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00002885372288297021</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/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/STZp5jRr6XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LrJnJs4WHFQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/R3nHbKkgqNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/gvc4EAKFV5o/s72-c/Secret1%5B1%5D.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081667549155020507.post-4437234235006784079</id><published>2008-01-01T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T12:32:35.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year 2008!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Time really flies. In a split of second, year 2007 has become a past, and year 2008 has already approached...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Flashing back, many things had happened in the year of 2007. In 2007, i have 'finally' graduated from SMK Kepong Baru, left my dear friends, and meanwhile, stepping into a whole new world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;2 days later, i will be entering the life of college, what will it be? No one knows, it's just an unknown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;In Chinese, 8 represents 发'fa', means prosperity, wealth, and getting fat...haha...so year 2008 will be a 'fa' year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Anyway, i am welcoming year 2008 with happy yet placid mind. Wish everybody be healthy, wish everybody a happy new year 2008! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2081667549155020507-4437234235006784079?l=jamielee1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/feeds/4437234235006784079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081667549155020507&amp;postID=4437234235006784079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/4437234235006784079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081667549155020507/posts/default/4437234235006784079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielee1511.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year-2008.html' title='Happy New Year 2008!!'/><author><name>JaMie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00002885372288297021</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/_zdaBgaaY-Y4/STZp5jRr6XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LrJnJs4WHFQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081667549155020507.post-4958234992060178804</id><published>2007-12-29T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T12:55:22.625+08:00</updated><ti
