<?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-7200244763104542785</id><updated>2011-08-26T14:06:22.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-Garden of Eden-</title><subtitle type='html'>If I had a flower for every time I think about you.. I could walk forever in my garden..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200244763104542785/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00942909598162626096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SbWM9YAUwzI/AAAAAAAAABM/oBRI4l6FTyI/S220/DSC00007.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200244763104542785.post-5993136095531081902</id><published>2011-08-10T18:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T18:54:36.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Ready.</title><content type='html'>Been really busy lately, it helps me to pass time though, at least I don't spend much time on reminiscing the past. Its almost 4 years, and I'm still clinging on it. Been always thinking what drug did you actually inject to my body, whatever I do, it reminds me of you. And for that, I started my new environment studies which major in communication and psychology. Lol, and what was that about.. I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am easily to have a crush with any other girls that I'm interested in, but it always doesn't results in a positive way. Perhaps maybe I'm just not ready for it, and yea.. maybe.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There same goes to the opposite way, I may impressed you in a way, but still I have a lot of incomplete or not perfect parts, that you should have know before you go for me. I am mentally and physically not ready.. and you should turned away before you started to repent.. thanks for moving on.. maybe it just not the right timing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in the balcony with my mind set so far, gazing at the sunset with after rain breeze.. and a new doggy in house called 'bibi' playing around with ball. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.. those memories are slowly leaving me bit by bit.. memory degradation.. when were the last time I met you, couldn't really remember now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200244763104542785-5993136095531081902?l=ccw900823.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/feeds/5993136095531081902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/2011/08/not-ready.html#comment-form' title='0 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type='html'>往往在每一事件结束时，那一刻永远都是最珍贵最美好的，有如夕阳无限好。&lt;br /&gt;夕阳西下那短站的美景，然而却让人陷入了更深愁的情绪，此为只是近黄昏。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200244763104542785-2064816734489443283?l=ccw900823.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/feeds/2064816734489443283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post_19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200244763104542785/posts/default/2064816734489443283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200244763104542785/posts/default/2064816734489443283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post_19.html' title='黄昏'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00942909598162626096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SbWM9YAUwzI/AAAAAAAAABM/oBRI4l6FTyI/S220/DSC00007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200244763104542785.post-4095755772906727293</id><published>2011-06-04T13:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T13:44:53.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>清風兩袖</title><content type='html'>給我清風兩袖是我今日的一點渴求。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200244763104542785-4095755772906727293?l=ccw900823.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/feeds/4095755772906727293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200244763104542785/posts/default/4095755772906727293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200244763104542785/posts/default/4095755772906727293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html' title='清風兩袖'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00942909598162626096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SbWM9YAUwzI/AAAAAAAAABM/oBRI4l6FTyI/S220/DSC00007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200244763104542785.post-5381186044623814311</id><published>2011-05-04T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T21:05:34.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night in Genting.</title><content type='html'>Today is kinda special, I update my blog in my car at Hotel Highlands’s open car park. And the time is exactly  6 o’clock in the morning with rainy weather pouring down slowly.  Nothing specific to talk about, just feel like typing but no idea what to write. So, whatever comes to my mind, I will just note it down.&lt;br /&gt;Ermm… Stuck in da car, kinda remind me of someone though, especially it is raining outside.  I remember those days when I can’t sleep at night, I will pick up my car’s key and drive to her house. Parked my car in front of her room’s window, and just wait until her room’s light gone. There were several times are rainy night. I guess that is why it is so memorable.&lt;br /&gt;Next one will be….hmmp… let’s talk about Gamble..(Part of the reason why I am here) I don’t really understand why people like gambling so much, even if it cost his whole month salary. If it is small amount I wouldn’t mind though, because it doesn’t affect much. But the situation now is intricate; I just hope everything will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmp, there goes my battery low signal. Got to go, and move myself around, it is such a pain to type in a car. Not Comfortable &gt;.&lt; C yall!&lt;br /&gt;(Edit)&lt;br /&gt;It is 8.15am in the morning, my role is done. It’s time for me to get off Genting. I have this indescribable feeling as I drive down through the thick mist, I somehow find it interesting and how great the nature is. It feels so good to drive along, and I decided stop half way get off the car and sitting at the edge facing the KL view. Couldn’t see it clearly though, as the mist haven’t fully recede. Kinda enjoyed the scenic view and the morning breeze (Happy Mood). And aa.. it is a bit sad to see my net book battery running low and still being occupied by me.  My net book! Hang in there, we are reaching home. &lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I am late for 8.45am class. !!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200244763104542785-5381186044623814311?l=ccw900823.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/feeds/5381186044623814311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/2011/05/night-in-genting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200244763104542785/posts/default/5381186044623814311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200244763104542785/posts/default/5381186044623814311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/2011/05/night-in-genting.html' title='Night in Genting.'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00942909598162626096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SbWM9YAUwzI/AAAAAAAAABM/oBRI4l6FTyI/S220/DSC00007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200244763104542785.post-3936533493464625616</id><published>2011-04-21T01:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:52:10.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>意境</title><content type='html'>落叶纷飞,&lt;br /&gt;横扫千里,&lt;br /&gt;牧笛横吹,&lt;br /&gt;斟酒邀影。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200244763104542785-3936533493464625616?l=ccw900823.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/feeds/3936533493464625616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200244763104542785/posts/default/3936533493464625616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200244763104542785/posts/default/3936533493464625616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html' title='意境'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00942909598162626096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SbWM9YAUwzI/AAAAAAAAABM/oBRI4l6FTyI/S220/DSC00007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200244763104542785.post-3668369431744631802</id><published>2011-03-31T00:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T00:35:05.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>陀飛輪</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/BLzvaB_kvHs" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;年輕時貪玩任性，沒有愛惜光陰。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;長大拚命功作應有盡有，卻遺忘了快樂。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;即使有錢但買不到快樂，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;即使快樂但買不到認同，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;即使兩樣都擁有了，卻就人生就快沒有時間。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200244763104542785-3668369431744631802?l=ccw900823.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/BLzvaB_kvHs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200244763104542785.post-5587380843675828930</id><published>2010-10-20T23:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T23:46:11.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons.. Truth..</title><content type='html'>why did i choose hotel managemet for my course?&lt;br /&gt;the answer is u.. because i couldn't think of any way to approach u in the future..&lt;br /&gt;maybe being in a hotel line.. i might have chance to meet u somewhere.. besides a restaurant may work too.. it may sounds silly.. or it is silly.. u'll never know.. maybe it will happen.. btw.. i never know i would do such move..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why exam period.. i'll run away from hostel..&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't stop imagining how u used to suffer during that exam period(spm).. it hurts so much by thinking of it.. and what did i do? nothing.. nothing at all.. u tried to retrieve.. i refused.. u had move on.. i turned my back.. why do i react so slow.. why do i repent for what i have done..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did promise u i'll get 5As in SPM.. in the end i got 5 credits in SPM..&lt;br /&gt;i broke my promises.. i'm not a reliable man afterall.. and now u do have a reliable, sweet, gentle, bright future man with u.. from the way i see.. he is a good man.. eventhough i never meet him before.. i do happy for u.. bt in the other way.. i'm jealous.. that u choose him once again than me.. he did a good job.. u did a right choice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but do u remember i promise to love u forever?&lt;br /&gt;i'm working on it.. my dear..&lt;br /&gt;bt dont worry.. i am not going to keep this promise..&lt;br /&gt;as if u know.. u wouldn't let..&lt;br /&gt;i'm seeking for someone to replace ur presence..&lt;br /&gt;bt non of them lasts long..&lt;br /&gt;i even tried to convert myself to be gay..&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't give u an accurate answer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thank you for those appears to be part of me for certain period.. i do appreciate.. and i love u too... and thanks for moving on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what hurts the most is.. the day after choir competition.. i felt sicked.. n i ask for break up for no reason.. by imagining how worried u r.. how u cried urself to sleep everynight.. how u face everyone.. how u reluctant to eat n drinks.. how much u miss me and want me to be by ur side.. and how u hold ur phone tighly and hoping for me to come back.. and how hard u try to get urself into exam mood.. and how u face ur family.. ur family must had hate me so much.. how dare i hurts ur precious child..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come to think of it.. maybe the exact reasons i break up with u.. is because i thought i am being bored by seeing u everyday.. and fell like puking all the way long.. n i ask to break up with u.. i'm done with u.. but actually it is not.. i was so sick that time.. and my mind do not work well.. and it end up this way.. sorry 'm'.. i am so sorry.. for making this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after i'm fully recovered.. and i begin to start thinking that i am not worthwhile for u in the future.. and from that times.. plenty of lies came out.. and i become faker in front of everyone.. n now.. i'm living in the past..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07..08..09.. 2010..&lt;br /&gt;hah~ how long it will lasts.. i'm wondering..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw.. do u still love me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200244763104542785-5587380843675828930?l=ccw900823.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/feeds/5587380843675828930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/2010/10/reasons-truth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200244763104542785/posts/default/5587380843675828930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200244763104542785/posts/default/5587380843675828930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/2010/10/reasons-truth.html' title='Reasons.. Truth..'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00942909598162626096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SbWM9YAUwzI/AAAAAAAAABM/oBRI4l6FTyI/S220/DSC00007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200244763104542785.post-1085066800408877174</id><published>2010-09-26T22:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T23:46:12.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>清文之二十</title><content type='html'>清廉文静，二十降临，&lt;br /&gt;仍望过去，放不了手。&lt;br /&gt;擅长颓废，振作不了，&lt;br /&gt;意志不定，何来理想。&lt;br /&gt;面壁思过，头昏脑胀，&lt;br /&gt;去路已明，仍然迷失。&lt;br /&gt;心情忐忑，谁知吾心，&lt;br /&gt;知音之人，何处找寻。&lt;br /&gt;何去何从，不知所措，&lt;br /&gt;糊涂人生，盼吾早醒。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200244763104542785-1085066800408877174?l=ccw900823.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/feeds/1085066800408877174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200244763104542785/posts/default/1085066800408877174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200244763104542785/posts/default/1085066800408877174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title='清文之二十'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00942909598162626096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SbWM9YAUwzI/AAAAAAAAABM/oBRI4l6FTyI/S220/DSC00007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200244763104542785.post-2011973775978987179</id><published>2010-07-11T02:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T23:46:12.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>呵。。</title><content type='html'>悔。。为何悔。。&lt;br /&gt;逝情。。何必提。。&lt;br /&gt;这些年。。为何念。。&lt;br /&gt;苦中作乐。。何苦呢。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200244763104542785-2011973775978987179?l=ccw900823.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/feeds/2011973775978987179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200244763104542785/posts/default/2011973775978987179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200244763104542785/posts/default/2011973775978987179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title='呵。。'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00942909598162626096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SbWM9YAUwzI/AAAAAAAAABM/oBRI4l6FTyI/S220/DSC00007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200244763104542785.post-8212139245834831706</id><published>2010-05-05T17:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T17:42:23.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it be a new ^^</title><content type='html'>What you need to know about the past is that no matter what has happened, it has all worked together to bring you to this very moment.. And this is the moment you can choose to make everything new.. Right now!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count.. It's the life in your years.. Live up your life ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. It shall be a new adventure.. a new life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200244763104542785-8212139245834831706?l=ccw900823.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/feeds/8212139245834831706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/2010/05/let-it-be-new.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200244763104542785/posts/default/8212139245834831706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200244763104542785/posts/default/8212139245834831706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/2010/05/let-it-be-new.html' title='Let it be a new ^^'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00942909598162626096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SbWM9YAUwzI/AAAAAAAAABM/oBRI4l6FTyI/S220/DSC00007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200244763104542785.post-6532219728268959270</id><published>2010-04-13T17:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T23:46:12.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arghhhh!!!!</title><content type='html'>Why do I feel so moody recently.. I even skipped my exam(law) today.. which i had prepare for so long.. I had headache last night.. which is very rare for me.. and i finally understand how's the pain of getting headache.. i drop off the bed.. it is so pain.. i'm confuse.. i am so confuse.. how i wish i had a button to shut down everything.. memories.. memories... i don't like being emo.. i need someone.. someone..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200244763104542785-6532219728268959270?l=ccw900823.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/feeds/6532219728268959270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/2010/04/arghhhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200244763104542785/posts/default/6532219728268959270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200244763104542785/posts/default/6532219728268959270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/2010/04/arghhhh.html' title='Arghhhh!!!!'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00942909598162626096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SbWM9YAUwzI/AAAAAAAAABM/oBRI4l6FTyI/S220/DSC00007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200244763104542785.post-3602944287640012988</id><published>2010-04-09T22:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T23:46:12.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>..</title><content type='html'>Let it be tired for a while, but not forever..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200244763104542785-3602944287640012988?l=ccw900823.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/feeds/3602944287640012988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200244763104542785/posts/default/3602944287640012988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200244763104542785/posts/default/3602944287640012988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title='..'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00942909598162626096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SbWM9YAUwzI/AAAAAAAAABM/oBRI4l6FTyI/S220/DSC00007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200244763104542785.post-9195431353452494033</id><published>2010-03-19T00:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T23:46:12.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have read..</title><content type='html'>I never expect anything from u..&lt;br /&gt;and I know we both will never be young again like once we had..&lt;br /&gt;My Garden is a part of me..&lt;br /&gt;A place to express feelings..&lt;br /&gt;Feelings that I could not speak out..&lt;br /&gt;But writing..&lt;br /&gt;If it concerns u that much..&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry..&lt;br /&gt;Please..&lt;br /&gt;Don't look at it..&lt;br /&gt;Let it be a so called 'punishment' for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moved on if u wan.. I would like to stay in my own world..&lt;br /&gt;Childish if u said..&lt;br /&gt;Selfish I would said.. I wan those memories to be with me.. since I'm never gonna have one more...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200244763104542785-9195431353452494033?l=ccw900823.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/feeds/9195431353452494033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-have-read.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200244763104542785/posts/default/9195431353452494033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200244763104542785/posts/default/9195431353452494033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-have-read.html' title='I have read..'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00942909598162626096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SbWM9YAUwzI/AAAAAAAAABM/oBRI4l6FTyI/S220/DSC00007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200244763104542785.post-7761662469905899419</id><published>2010-03-16T20:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T23:46:12.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Month with Her..</title><content type='html'>Don't cry because it's over.. smile because it happened..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.. myself fall in love with 1 girl, and I gave her a nick 'Baby J'. For a long time, I never felt this strong feeling but for her. Together we are for 1 month, and now we back to where we started. I somehow have this heart feeling.. I don't want to leave her.. but if I stayed.. it will never be fair for her. For one month.. I am really deep in love with her. After one month.. i somehow went the wrong way.. everything i do.. remind me of her.. let's name her 'M'.. It shouldn't went this way.. It shouldn't be like this.. Somehow.. deep inside me keep thinking of M.. I felt so sorry for J.. and J understand.. she's letting me go.. let me broke free of this 3ppl relationship.. Seriously.. I would said.. it's my lost who leave u.. u hv been a great gf for so far i have know u.. I'm sorry.. I shouldn't have go for u and left u in the end.. And i know my sorry will never buy back the time that u hv spend with me.. seeing u trying to get use to be alone.. I.. am so helpless..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit.. trying to forget someone you love is like trying to remember someone you never met.. All i can do.. is to blame myself for being this weak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pleasure of love lasts but a moment.. pain of love lasts a lifetime..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200244763104542785-7761662469905899419?l=ccw900823.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/feeds/7761662469905899419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/2010/03/one-month-with-her.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200244763104542785/posts/default/7761662469905899419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200244763104542785/posts/default/7761662469905899419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/2010/03/one-month-with-her.html' title='One Month with Her..'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00942909598162626096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SbWM9YAUwzI/AAAAAAAAABM/oBRI4l6FTyI/S220/DSC00007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200244763104542785.post-2177627546253122149</id><published>2010-01-13T16:50:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T23:46:12.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn this life..</title><content type='html'>I often catch myself constantly wondering how you are.. sitting alone with my mind set so far.. reminiscing about your smile.. voice.. and touch.. damn this life.. I'm missing you too much..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200244763104542785-2177627546253122149?l=ccw900823.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/feeds/2177627546253122149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/2010/01/damn-this-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200244763104542785/posts/default/2177627546253122149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200244763104542785/posts/default/2177627546253122149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/2010/01/damn-this-life.html' title='Damn this life..'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00942909598162626096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SbWM9YAUwzI/AAAAAAAAABM/oBRI4l6FTyI/S220/DSC00007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200244763104542785.post-3713153382109802583</id><published>2010-01-13T15:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T23:46:12.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Verge of Tears..</title><content type='html'>As time goes by..&lt;br /&gt;I should have dried my tears..&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't..&lt;br /&gt;Somehow..&lt;br /&gt;It's getting worst..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes..&lt;br /&gt;People want things that they do not have..&lt;br /&gt;Or..&lt;br /&gt;They have lost it..&lt;br /&gt;Did not appreciate 'it' when they have it..&lt;br /&gt;Regret comes to you..&lt;br /&gt;and your nose gone red..&lt;br /&gt;and your tears could not hold any longer..&lt;br /&gt;Finally it's drop..&lt;br /&gt;Because you miss 'it'..&lt;br /&gt;You have lost 'it'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing hurts more than waiting..&lt;br /&gt;Since..&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know.. what I'm waiting for anymore..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200244763104542785-3713153382109802583?l=ccw900823.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/feeds/3713153382109802583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/2010/01/verge-of-tears.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200244763104542785/posts/default/3713153382109802583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200244763104542785/posts/default/3713153382109802583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/2010/01/verge-of-tears.html' title='Verge of Tears..'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00942909598162626096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SbWM9YAUwzI/AAAAAAAAABM/oBRI4l6FTyI/S220/DSC00007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200244763104542785.post-2221662972908034488</id><published>2010-01-10T14:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T23:46:12.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 years of love</title><content type='html'>07.. 08.. 09.. 2010..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These years.. I never felt any better..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200244763104542785-2221662972908034488?l=ccw900823.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/feeds/2221662972908034488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/2010/01/3-years-of-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200244763104542785/posts/default/2221662972908034488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200244763104542785/posts/default/2221662972908034488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/2010/01/3-years-of-love.html' title='3 years of love'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00942909598162626096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SbWM9YAUwzI/AAAAAAAAABM/oBRI4l6FTyI/S220/DSC00007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200244763104542785.post-6748381532205910309</id><published>2010-01-02T16:36:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T23:46:12.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How am i suppose to date with a girl when i'm still in love with you..</title><content type='html'>Yes.. How am I suppose to date a girl.. when I'm still in love with you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone said.. oh, love doesn't mean u have to own that particular person.. it is about you care, you're willing to sacrifise for her and.. happiness of course..  and most importantly.. is timing.. When the time has passed.. it had pass..&lt;br /&gt;And I said.. well.. maybe i do not know much.. about love.. but.. i do know what i'm thinking right now. I'm thinking of dating someone, because i'm jealous of those people who are in pairs. I have various of choices but none of them suits me. Eventhough I have chosen someone, but how am i suppose to date with someone with little interest in/on (in = inner, on = appearance) her. If I really go for it, is it fair for that girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replied.. you got to try when you need to.. you're not going to wait for her to come back.. do you? people won't think that you're a good lover or anything.. they just think that you're stupid.. a person that make himself a fool of waiting for someone that is not worth to. She already had a boyfriend, in few years time she will be married and has her own happy family. And what about you, sitting down here and wait for her for the rest of your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's do get in my mind.. and started to think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He continued.. now look.. do what you need to do, I won't intefere your 'love' life.. I just want you to think wisely. You and I may not stand on the same line on how's love are.. but maybe what I said could help you in the future.. this is realistic world.. open your eyes.. plenty of girls are somewhere waiting for you.. maybe some of them are just around you.. I want you to be happy too.. so.. good luck to you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few secs later.. we changed topic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there's a moment I think he's wrong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow.. I think he's right..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that 'he' is me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am talking to myself..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200244763104542785-6748381532205910309?l=ccw900823.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/feeds/6748381532205910309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-am-i-suppose-to-date-with-girl-when.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200244763104542785/posts/default/6748381532205910309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200244763104542785/posts/default/6748381532205910309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-am-i-suppose-to-date-with-girl-when.html' title='How am i suppose to date with a girl when i&apos;m still in love with you..'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00942909598162626096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SbWM9YAUwzI/AAAAAAAAABM/oBRI4l6FTyI/S220/DSC00007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200244763104542785.post-528835352216073686</id><published>2009-10-21T04:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T23:46:12.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My diary..</title><content type='html'>I am pretty sure that my blog is dead.. since I do not on9 often.. but it doesn't matter.. for those who purposely browse in .. I would like to said thank you to u.. because u r a real fren to me.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had a weird dream ..I was tailing you .. u were wearing blue short jeans and a black top ..u were holding some books .. looks like u have done what is needed to be done and headed back home .. u were all alone in the journey .. and i somehow appear to be by ur side that u didn't even realize that i was there .. or maybe u did .. just that I'm too stupid to find out .. i'm in the car and following u .. the journey was long .. and i wanted to offer u a ride but i just couldn't .. finally u reached home .. and someone is waiting for you at the door .. and suddenly .. u came to me and said maybe we can go sing k together .. and i smile.. i've never been so happy before.. it smile from the inner of my heart .. and suddenly u're gone .. and at the same time.. i'm awake.. n i am still wondering why sing k ? ...its been 2 years .. i am wondering how u doing there? did u happen to cry again? is ur current bf doing fine with u.. of course yes.. lol.. it happen on the 15th of oct afternoon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;melody were playing .. na na ~ na na na ~ na na ~ I miss you ... misses u so bad .. I don't forget u .. oh its so sad .. I hope u can hear me .. I remember it clearly .. the day~ u ~ slipped away.. was the day~ I found it wont be the same .. avril lavigne..slipped away..17 oct .. my roommates were playing this song.. as I guess the singer is avril lavigne.. n yes I was right.. I found that every time I listen to avril's songs.. automatically u came to my mind.. because u were the one who influences me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today.. couldn't get to sleep... haunted by our memory ... 20 oct.. midnight..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 oct ... 2.24am.. I had a small talk with a friend of mine.. my roommate were sleeping now.. in the middle of the night .. only a laptop light were on .. couldn't get to sleep .. same thing happened.. I thought I had already completely let go of u.. because I wasn't thinking about u for the past few months .. ever since the dream .. I couldn't stop thinking of u .. thinking of the words that u said.. one day u will chase me back.. I am wondering if that day will ever come into my life.. I am so afraid the next time I see u would be in the wedding path which the groom isn't me .. I somehow wanted to grab my heart that is so pain from the inside .. I know u through 1 of my best friend.. the 1st time I saw u I had already fall in love v u .. until the day between friend and u .. I chose friend .. that's change my life.. yes.. my life wouldn't be the same without u ..a few times I wanted us to be together again.. but I didn't even make a move .. guess I was afraid to face u again .. I was so stupid .. a fool that cannot be forgiven .. a bastard that shouldn't exist .. a disgrace to human kind .. I'm like a fool who do not appreciate what I have.. regret after I have lost .. seeing u living a blissful life that hurt me a lot .. I wonder how ppl could said she happy he will be happy too .. why doesn't it apply to me .. why .. why do I hurt so much .. I want to see u right now .. I miss u  .. I really miss u ..  I ... I ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few minutes later .. still remember that we used to use songs to describe each other feeling .. and suddenly 'my heart' irwansyah and acha septriasa is playing.. suddenly my tears dropped .. it was so coincidence and so sudden  .. its been awhile that I haven't listen to this song .. although this is not the song that we used to  describe each other feeling .. but it has another meaning for us .. maybe is just for me now ..  because there is no longer us exist ..  this song were the songs that u and yn perform on the school stage .. come to think of it .. back then I was so childish .. but u wouldn't mind ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;melody playing~~ Di sini.. kau dan aku.. ter~biasa bersama.. menjalani kasih sayang.. bahagia.. ku dengan mu........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't get any better tonight.. I wanted to sleep.. so that at least I can see u in my dream.. I can't stop thinking of u.. why is the music play list have to play sad music .. why .. no matter how I press it doesn't goes what I wanted it to be ..  I can't stop writing.. there is no better way for me to express myself.. I cried .. I can't stop crying .. my eyes are blurry .. I cant even says a word .. I miss u .. I miss u.. I just couldn't stop ... I want u .. I need u .. I want to hug u .. I want to kiss u .. I wan to take care of u .. I want everything from u .. I am so selfish .. why can't I be like others .. u happy I happy .. I just couldn't do it .. I just .. couldn't do it .. selfish .. I am so selfish .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop listening to this song ... memory flash back .. a lot.. a lot..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200244763104542785-528835352216073686?l=ccw900823.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/feeds/528835352216073686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-diary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200244763104542785/posts/default/528835352216073686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200244763104542785/posts/default/528835352216073686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-diary.html' title='My diary..'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00942909598162626096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SbWM9YAUwzI/AAAAAAAAABM/oBRI4l6FTyI/S220/DSC00007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200244763104542785.post-6136072492590421242</id><published>2009-08-06T22:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T23:46:12.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>..</title><content type='html'>What if i said..&lt;br /&gt;i'm still the same guy that u used to know..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200244763104542785-6136072492590421242?l=ccw900823.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/feeds/6136072492590421242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post_06.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200244763104542785/posts/default/6136072492590421242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200244763104542785/posts/default/6136072492590421242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post_06.html' title='..'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00942909598162626096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SbWM9YAUwzI/AAAAAAAAABM/oBRI4l6FTyI/S220/DSC00007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200244763104542785.post-9211952704659651781</id><published>2009-08-03T03:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T23:46:12.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>..</title><content type='html'>I love you.. &lt;br /&gt;without hope.. &lt;br /&gt;a mute offender..&lt;br /&gt;what jealous pangs..&lt;br /&gt;what shy despairs i knew..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200244763104542785-9211952704659651781?l=ccw900823.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/feeds/9211952704659651781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200244763104542785/posts/default/9211952704659651781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200244763104542785/posts/default/9211952704659651781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='..'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00942909598162626096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SbWM9YAUwzI/AAAAAAAAABM/oBRI4l6FTyI/S220/DSC00007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200244763104542785.post-8698494060996174775</id><published>2009-07-30T22:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T23:46:12.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>..</title><content type='html'>I am tired.. Beloved..&lt;br /&gt;of chafing my heart against the want of you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200244763104542785-8698494060996174775?l=ccw900823.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/feeds/8698494060996174775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200244763104542785/posts/default/8698494060996174775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200244763104542785/posts/default/8698494060996174775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='..'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00942909598162626096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SbWM9YAUwzI/AAAAAAAAABM/oBRI4l6FTyI/S220/DSC00007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200244763104542785.post-7401998882847766183</id><published>2009-07-29T16:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T23:46:12.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing you could turn pain to pleasure, if I know you were missing me too..</title><content type='html'>2 years.. it’s been 2 long years..&lt;br /&gt;Your image of mine has gone blurred..&lt;br /&gt;I can barely remember how you used to smile..&lt;br /&gt;The sweet smile of yours are so beautiful and refreshing..&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I look at your smile I’m feeling alive again..&lt;br /&gt;I.. really miss you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29th of July should be the 3rd we celebrate your birthday..&lt;br /&gt;The word ‘’We’’ is referring to us..&lt;br /&gt;But..&lt;br /&gt;There’s no longer exist ‘us’ between you and me..&lt;br /&gt;You are now probably had let go the love between you and me..&lt;br /&gt;I.. really want to say ‘’ Happy Birthday to You, my love..’’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I fell in love again with another person..&lt;br /&gt;But.. &lt;br /&gt;When I’m sad..&lt;br /&gt; I always wanted to call you instead of her..&lt;br /&gt;Crying silently is all I can do..&lt;br /&gt;I.. really want to be by your side..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time passed at my own..&lt;br /&gt;Regretting and missing you struck up to me..&lt;br /&gt;Asking myself..&lt;br /&gt;Why did I let you go..&lt;br /&gt;I wish.. I could travel back into time..&lt;br /&gt;I.. really want you to forgive me for what I have done..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telling you ‘’ you need to meet a good person’’&lt;br /&gt;When I didn’t really mean it..&lt;br /&gt;But..&lt;br /&gt;You did meet a good person..&lt;br /&gt;And he is so lucky to have you..&lt;br /&gt;I.. really jealous of him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telling myself for nothing ‘’ maybe you still like me’’&lt;br /&gt;Hah.. ha.. &lt;br /&gt;I know..&lt;br /&gt;It’s naïve to think of that..&lt;br /&gt;But..&lt;br /&gt;I.. I.. really want you to like me again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing your words you chose him once again instead of me..&lt;br /&gt;For a while.. I was speechless.. And then.. I cried..&lt;br /&gt;They were your last word to me..&lt;br /&gt;But I love you..&lt;br /&gt;Were the only words I wanted to hear..&lt;br /&gt;I.. really hate you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were both really innocent..&lt;br /&gt;That we can’t have that kind of love again..&lt;br /&gt;It’ll only remain as memories..&lt;br /&gt;The memories that I will cherish all the time..&lt;br /&gt;Because..&lt;br /&gt;I love you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200244763104542785-7401998882847766183?l=ccw900823.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/feeds/7401998882847766183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/2009/07/missing-you-could-turn-pain-to-pleasure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200244763104542785/posts/default/7401998882847766183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200244763104542785/posts/default/7401998882847766183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/2009/07/missing-you-could-turn-pain-to-pleasure.html' title='Missing you could turn pain to pleasure, if I know you were missing me too..'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00942909598162626096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SbWM9YAUwzI/AAAAAAAAABM/oBRI4l6FTyI/S220/DSC00007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200244763104542785.post-5868566456998946422</id><published>2009-06-17T00:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T23:46:12.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Bad..</title><content type='html'>This will be my last entry.. I guess.. I'm just somehow lost the interest in blogging.. same goes to friendster and facebook. So... Take care everyone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last picture for my last post..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SjfaHoflfmI/AAAAAAAAAH4/iiJPUznYugA/s1600-h/DSC00108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SjfaHoflfmI/AAAAAAAAAH4/iiJPUznYugA/s320/DSC00108.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347982907189591650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hideout..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200244763104542785-5868566456998946422?l=ccw900823.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/feeds/5868566456998946422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/2009/06/too-bad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200244763104542785/posts/default/5868566456998946422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200244763104542785/posts/default/5868566456998946422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/2009/06/too-bad.html' title='Too Bad..'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00942909598162626096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SbWM9YAUwzI/AAAAAAAAABM/oBRI4l6FTyI/S220/DSC00007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SjfaHoflfmI/AAAAAAAAAH4/iiJPUznYugA/s72-c/DSC00108.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200244763104542785.post-6981359564134613852</id><published>2009-05-31T07:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T23:46:12.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Terengganu Half Day Trip..</title><content type='html'>It was suppose to be one day trip at Kuantan, but it turned out to be Terengganu half day trip, due to some problem occurred. As we people from K.TRG thinks that K.TRG has nothing but boredom, so we leave the town and we went to Kenyir Dam instead of Tasik Kenyir, LOL! Well is a shame, because I as a Terengganu people and I never went there before. Allan as the driver and bring along me, Caleb and Ah Bee. Let's the picture do the talking.. Shall we ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SiHN2wyfkII/AAAAAAAAAGY/7VZ5WAKER5c/s1600-h/DSC00036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SiHN2wyfkII/AAAAAAAAAGY/7VZ5WAKER5c/s320/DSC00036.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341776973731434626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The small road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SiHN2twxPwI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/NF4yB_i_-qg/s1600-h/DSC00033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SiHN2twxPwI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/NF4yB_i_-qg/s320/DSC00033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341776972918898434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmp..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SiHNkqNcNdI/AAAAAAAAAGI/zoGxJsTr8pI/s1600-h/DSC00029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SiHNkqNcNdI/AAAAAAAAAGI/zoGxJsTr8pI/s320/DSC00029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341776662727767506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Great Wall of Terengganu.. LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SiHNkLJ3bmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-dCPXZPJrxY/s1600-h/DSC00028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SiHNkLJ3bmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-dCPXZPJrxY/s320/DSC00028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341776654391275106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Road and The Dam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SiHNj6fGJ5I/AAAAAAAAAF4/Tr1ZoaqirK8/s1600-h/DSC00027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SiHNj6fGJ5I/AAAAAAAAAF4/Tr1ZoaqirK8/s320/DSC00027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341776649916917650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Version 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SiHNjk-htgI/AAAAAAAAAFw/0oJ-4lSI6GM/s1600-h/DSC00026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SiHNjk-htgI/AAAAAAAAAFw/0oJ-4lSI6GM/s320/DSC00026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341776644143166978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Version 2 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SiHLktr8wjI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ahkmGppSnek/s1600-h/DSC00024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SiHLktr8wjI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ahkmGppSnek/s320/DSC00024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341774464637780530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Version 3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SiHLkjz9XuI/AAAAAAAAAFY/pw61HPvEHwI/s1600-h/DSC00016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SiHLkjz9XuI/AAAAAAAAAFY/pw61HPvEHwI/s320/DSC00016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341774461987020514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Version 4&lt;br /&gt;Which 1 you think is better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SiHNjKFQL4I/AAAAAAAAAFo/oTGh25KUCYE/s1600-h/DSC00025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SiHNjKFQL4I/AAAAAAAAAFo/oTGh25KUCYE/s320/DSC00025.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341776636923621250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind them are rest house I suppose, because it was closed on that day, wasn't paying attention for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SiHLkO3eOYI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/SQvU-2GetSs/s1600-h/DSC00015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SiHLkO3eOYI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/SQvU-2GetSs/s320/DSC00015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341774456364611970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Building.. LOL! (Don't Know What It's Call Laa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SiHLj2nfb-I/AAAAAAAAAFI/ldIUoFelkj8/s1600-h/DSC00013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SiHLj2nfb-I/AAAAAAAAAFI/ldIUoFelkj8/s320/DSC00013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341774449855131618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do not know how to read that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SiHLjvfekRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/hjOzq3nqjDs/s1600-h/DSC00012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SiHLjvfekRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/hjOzq3nqjDs/s320/DSC00012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341774447942471954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dam with boat parked there, sadly we are not allowed to rent boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to Allan's Uncle house to swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SiHS7hywlTI/AAAAAAAAAHY/eRwMEELs2Yc/s1600-h/DSC00056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SiHS7hywlTI/AAAAAAAAAHY/eRwMEELs2Yc/s320/DSC00056.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341782553163502898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name is MILO.&lt;br /&gt;Pronounce as' Mai Lo'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SiHS7cgwOdI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/7hQ2IDWOMus/s1600-h/DSC00055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SiHS7cgwOdI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/7hQ2IDWOMus/s320/DSC00055.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341782551745804754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking on the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SiHS7O6X-zI/AAAAAAAAAHI/GFFBfEpy9ZQ/s1600-h/DSC00054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SiHS7O6X-zI/AAAAAAAAAHI/GFFBfEpy9ZQ/s320/DSC00054.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341782548095171378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad he is too old to swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SiHSg1JX8yI/AAAAAAAAAHA/PX0EJz3JJHo/s1600-h/DSC00052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SiHSg1JX8yI/AAAAAAAAAHA/PX0EJz3JJHo/s320/DSC00052.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341782094502163234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyable, this house is so suitable for party, because it has a wide area and a great view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SiHSg0H8EeI/AAAAAAAAAG4/2ub3fdRXpKc/s1600-h/DSC00046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SiHSg0H8EeI/AAAAAAAAAG4/2ub3fdRXpKc/s320/DSC00046.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341782094227706338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Brown One with my fingers and the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SiHSgZYfUYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/5DbYt0SAnPE/s1600-h/DSC00045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SiHSgZYfUYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/5DbYt0SAnPE/s320/DSC00045.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341782087049367938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The White One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SiHSgNkxNwI/AAAAAAAAAGo/jx0NGGiyJgc/s1600-h/DSC00043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SiHSgNkxNwI/AAAAAAAAAGo/jx0NGGiyJgc/s320/DSC00043.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341782083879646978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are quiet and adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SiHSgJV_0VI/AAAAAAAAAGg/RcJOKkRM0ig/s1600-h/DSC00042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SiHSgJV_0VI/AAAAAAAAAGg/RcJOKkRM0ig/s320/DSC00042.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341782082743947602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Swimming Pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one stupid act, which I didn't realize that I'm holding a phone. I was playing with Milo and  I jumped into the pool with my phone together. End up, I have to pay RM80 to repair. -.-'''&lt;br /&gt;After that, we showered and went back to the town.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200244763104542785-6981359564134613852?l=ccw900823.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/feeds/6981359564134613852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/2009/05/hang-out-with-allan.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200244763104542785/posts/default/6981359564134613852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200244763104542785/posts/default/6981359564134613852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/2009/05/hang-out-with-allan.html' title='Terengganu Half Day Trip..'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00942909598162626096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SbWM9YAUwzI/AAAAAAAAABM/oBRI4l6FTyI/S220/DSC00007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SiHN2wyfkII/AAAAAAAAAGY/7VZ5WAKER5c/s72-c/DSC00036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200244763104542785.post-8323705092912260329</id><published>2009-05-31T07:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T23:46:12.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Bus..</title><content type='html'>I met a new friend in a Double Decker Bus. The bus is heading to Kuala Terengganu, my hometown. Her name is Ela, she's from KL and she went to K.TRG to meet her friends, alone!!)  we then take a picture before we leave the bus. The End. LOL !!! Oh yeah and she sit beside me, front seat upper part of the bus.. LOL !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SiHFx3e4DTI/AAAAAAAAAE4/yLs9LHg4m_8/s1600-h/%C3%A8%C3%AD%C2%A3%C3%A41369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SiHFx3e4DTI/AAAAAAAAAE4/yLs9LHg4m_8/s320/%C3%A8%C3%AD%C2%A3%C3%A41369.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341768093535833394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Double E -Eden and Ela-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200244763104542785-8323705092912260329?l=ccw900823.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/feeds/8323705092912260329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-bus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200244763104542785/posts/default/8323705092912260329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200244763104542785/posts/default/8323705092912260329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-bus.html' title='In the Bus..'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00942909598162626096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SbWM9YAUwzI/AAAAAAAAABM/oBRI4l6FTyI/S220/DSC00007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SiHFx3e4DTI/AAAAAAAAAE4/yLs9LHg4m_8/s72-c/%C3%A8%C3%AD%C2%A3%C3%A41369.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200244763104542785.post-4777663741223142760</id><published>2009-05-31T07:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T23:46:12.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom..</title><content type='html'>I love you.. Mom..&lt;br /&gt;Simple 3 words, but it represent everything I wanted to said from the bottom of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26th of May, Happy Birthday !! Mom..&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't celebrate with her, because she's having a trip to Indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, once again, I love you~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SiG_BTy06LI/AAAAAAAAAEo/FlPQspxtaus/s1600-h/1_350106907l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SiG_BTy06LI/AAAAAAAAAEo/FlPQspxtaus/s320/1_350106907l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341760662252349618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my mom and me ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SiG9OvsWgnI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ZgIkzlNhdwc/s1600-h/DSC01573.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SiG9OvsWgnI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ZgIkzlNhdwc/s320/DSC01573.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341758694056428146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry Cheese Cake (Heart and Hand Made)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SiG9OYTEl0I/AAAAAAAAAEY/0lLkxzBUMA4/s1600-h/DSC01574.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SiG9OYTEl0I/AAAAAAAAAEY/0lLkxzBUMA4/s320/DSC01574.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341758687776380738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Me and My sister ^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200244763104542785-4777663741223142760?l=ccw900823.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/feeds/4777663741223142760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/2009/05/mom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200244763104542785/posts/default/4777663741223142760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200244763104542785/posts/default/4777663741223142760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/2009/05/mom.html' title='Mom..'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00942909598162626096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SbWM9YAUwzI/AAAAAAAAABM/oBRI4l6FTyI/S220/DSC00007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SiG_BTy06LI/AAAAAAAAAEo/FlPQspxtaus/s72-c/1_350106907l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200244763104542785.post-2089280474777681468</id><published>2009-05-06T16:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T23:46:12.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad news come twice..</title><content type='html'>I thought everything will be alright when I wake up the next day, but it wasn't. As I walk down the stairs I saw mom were cooking, and the house left only me and her. She didn't scold me for driving carelessly, but she tell me to drive carefully and that's all. Sometimes I rather being scold by them, if they do it that way will make me feel more n more guilty. For my dad, he would have slapped me on my face and scold me like I shouldn't exist in this world. But he didn't, he yelled at the driver instead of me. Seeing his white hair grow, makes me think of how many times he had pull me up from drowning in a mug, how much suffer he has to endure, how many choices he has made just for us, and so on. He has to pay another rm 300, 2 weeks ago, for so called 'invitation', because we have to go traffic department or JPJ. Yea.. is me again, I drive too fast as it written there during Chinese New Year. And I just got the news from my mom today, because my dad don wan me to distract from exam study. He has changed a lot, from hot temperature slowly become a wise man, control emotional, try to communicate with us which we don't in the past and he tried to fulfilled all of our dreams. If I were given a chance, I would like to do it better for me and my family, and I know chances are always there with you with your family around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200244763104542785-2089280474777681468?l=ccw900823.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/feeds/2089280474777681468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/2009/05/bad-news-come-twice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200244763104542785/posts/default/2089280474777681468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200244763104542785/posts/default/2089280474777681468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/2009/05/bad-news-come-twice.html' title='Bad news come twice..'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00942909598162626096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SbWM9YAUwzI/AAAAAAAAABM/oBRI4l6FTyI/S220/DSC00007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200244763104542785.post-2791724243754062040</id><published>2009-05-06T02:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T23:46:12.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Car Accident..</title><content type='html'>I have a car accident today, minor damage on the car and nobody was injured. Even though, I still felt guilty for not driving carefully. My dad have to pay for this shits and I felt so sorry for my uncle and aunt too, because they woke up in the middle of the night just to help me out, to deal with the driver who bummed on me. I remain silent for all the moment, unless they ask me questions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main reason that this accident occurred is, I wasn't paying attention what's coming from the other side. Secondly, I love to drive ever since I got my license and that's make me blind. Thirdly, I'm not used to the changes of the road, although my parents has already warned me, but still I didn't take that as a serious problem. And .. this is what will happen, if you don't take the words. It will be a great lesson to me, although I have learned this stuff from everybody.. teachers, parents, friends(example shown), driving school and so on. But sometimes you just have to involve with it. Sorry to my friends who get shocked, and sorry for spoiled the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now.. there is 2 car in the workshop(Honda Civic and Waja).&lt;br /&gt;Great.. now my mom do not have car to drive. This is not supposed to be a Mother's day present!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200244763104542785-2791724243754062040?l=ccw900823.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/feeds/2791724243754062040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/2009/05/car-accident.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200244763104542785/posts/default/2791724243754062040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200244763104542785/posts/default/2791724243754062040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/2009/05/car-accident.html' title='A Car Accident..'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00942909598162626096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SbWM9YAUwzI/AAAAAAAAABM/oBRI4l6FTyI/S220/DSC00007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200244763104542785.post-5179203640297666259</id><published>2009-05-01T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T23:46:12.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An outing with hometown frens..</title><content type='html'>I received a msg from ah thong(hometown fren), with content only 1 word 'where'. -.-''' my coolest fren ever.. never msg me a long one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-He then pick me up, n went to cola cafe yam cha.&lt;br /&gt;-Ask Lycia(a pretty one, hometown fren) to join us for a movie.&lt;br /&gt;-She is happy n agreed.&lt;br /&gt;-Thong went to pick her sister up, n I back to hostel to check for movie.&lt;br /&gt;-Meanwhile, Lycia is on her way back to hostel.&lt;br /&gt;-I called Thong, the latest movie for 'Wolverine' in oneU(One Utama)is 11.55pm.&lt;br /&gt;-Thong rushed back to hostel after fetching her sister.&lt;br /&gt;-I brought water for his car, because he asked to.&lt;br /&gt;-Waited for Lycia to get ready.&lt;br /&gt;-11.30pm already, n we still in setapak.&lt;br /&gt;-We rushed to oneU, hoping to get there in time.&lt;br /&gt;-N we made it.&lt;br /&gt;-Lycia n me went to buy tickets, while Thong finding parking lot n toilet.&lt;br /&gt;-Silly mistake I have made.&lt;br /&gt;-Never checked properly at the website, thought 11.55pm is the latest movie for 'wolverine', actually there are 12.30am and 1.00am.&lt;br /&gt;-Were laughing for my mistake, LOL!&lt;br /&gt;-Chit-Chating, buy drinks and blah blah blah... lol !&lt;br /&gt;-12.15am went into the hall.&lt;br /&gt;-Were talking about 'coming soon' character killed the cinema crew(because they took a long time to play the movie, tot they are dead or haunted by her.)&lt;br /&gt;-1am movie start.. cha dao.. -.-'''&lt;br /&gt;-Were enjoying the movie.&lt;br /&gt;-After that went to toilet at shell petrol station.&lt;br /&gt;-Have our supper at TBR(Taman Bunga Raya, with various kind of hawker stalls)&lt;br /&gt;-Went back to hostel at 4.30am.&lt;br /&gt;-Tried to study for saturday papers.&lt;br /&gt;-N wala! here I am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poster for the movie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/Sfo_u8iMlTI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/HqbeOg3Q3mg/s1600-h/Wolverine_Banner_Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/Sfo_u8iMlTI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/HqbeOg3Q3mg/s320/Wolverine_Banner_Poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330643184702494002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, today post is in point form due to the sleepiness. It is 7am dy n I feel so unproductive lately, because when I wake up.. the clock always shown 3 to 4 o'clock.. I'm actually sleep out of my day. Diu.. Anyway I cherish the time we have today. By the way, glad to see u today Thong. LYCIAAA ~~ Dinner later !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200244763104542785-5179203640297666259?l=ccw900823.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/feeds/5179203640297666259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/2009/04/outing-with-hometown-frens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200244763104542785/posts/default/5179203640297666259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200244763104542785/posts/default/5179203640297666259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/2009/04/outing-with-hometown-frens.html' title='An outing with hometown frens..'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00942909598162626096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SbWM9YAUwzI/AAAAAAAAABM/oBRI4l6FTyI/S220/DSC00007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/Sfo_u8iMlTI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/HqbeOg3Q3mg/s72-c/Wolverine_Banner_Poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200244763104542785.post-4723573971830463263</id><published>2009-04-29T04:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T23:46:12.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sit down and have a cup of Tea..</title><content type='html'>Teatime with God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come in," God said. "So, you would like to have tea with Me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you have the time," I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God smiled and said, "My time is eternity and is enough to do everything;&lt;br /&gt;what questions do you have in mind to ask me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What surprises you most about mankind?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God answered, as we sipped our tea,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"-That they get bored of being children, are in a rush to grow up,&lt;br /&gt;and then long to be children again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-That they lose their health to make money and then lose their&lt;br /&gt;money to restore their health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-That by thinking anxiously about the future, they forget the present,&lt;br /&gt;such that they live neither for the present nor the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-That they live as if they will never die, and they die as if they had never lived."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's hands took mine and we were silent for a while and then I asked, "As a&lt;br /&gt;parent, what are some of life's lessons you want your children to learn?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God asked, more tea and replied with a smile,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"-To learn that they cannot make anyone love them. What they can&lt;br /&gt;do is to let themselves be loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-To learn that what is most valuable is not what they have in their&lt;br /&gt;lives, but who they have in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-To learn that it is not good to compare themselves to others. All will be&lt;br /&gt;judged individually on their own merits, not as a group on a comparison basis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-To learn that a rich person is not the one who has the most,&lt;br /&gt;but is one who needs the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-To learn that it only takes a few seconds to open profound wounds in&lt;br /&gt;persons we love, and that it takes many years to heal them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-To learn to forgive by practicing forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-To learn that there are persons who love them dearly, but simply do not&lt;br /&gt;know how to express or show their feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-To learn that money can buy everything but happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-To learn that two people can look at the same thing and see it totally different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-To learn that a true friend is someone who knows everything&lt;br /&gt;about them, and likes them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-To learn that it is not always enough that they be forgiven by others,&lt;br /&gt;but that they have to forgive themselves."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat there for awhile enjoying the moment sipping tea with God. I thanked Him&lt;br /&gt;for His time and for all that He has done for me and my family,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replied, "Come for tea anytime.&lt;br /&gt;I'm here 24 hours a day.&lt;br /&gt;All you have to do is ask for me, and I'll answer and put the kettle on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People will forget what you said.&lt;br /&gt;People will forget what you did,&lt;br /&gt;but People will never forget how you made them feel,&lt;br /&gt;the time spent in friendship over a cup of tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found these pics from the web..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SfduNncnhrI/AAAAAAAAAD0/oQ-RpY59n04/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SfduNncnhrI/AAAAAAAAAD0/oQ-RpY59n04/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329849864222639794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmp.. tea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/Sfdte3kal6I/AAAAAAAAADs/RtnL9M-OHnQ/s1600-h/sontu_tea_cup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 304px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/Sfdte3kal6I/AAAAAAAAADs/RtnL9M-OHnQ/s320/sontu_tea_cup.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329849061096462242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this one, a luminous one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/Sfdte2fswWI/AAAAAAAAADk/Rjo7hds_7nQ/s1600-h/hot-tea-540x380.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/Sfdte2fswWI/AAAAAAAAADk/Rjo7hds_7nQ/s320/hot-tea-540x380.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329849060808245602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tea, the steam, the teapot and the teacup..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/Sfdtemav60I/AAAAAAAAADc/u7l0aFJX6Jk/s1600-h/Tea_leaves_steeping_in_a_zhong_%25C4%258Daj_05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/Sfdtemav60I/AAAAAAAAADc/u7l0aFJX6Jk/s320/Tea_leaves_steeping_in_a_zhong_%25C4%258Daj_05.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329849056492514114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great combination of colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SfdtetLH45I/AAAAAAAAADU/dWopfdIJzmw/s1600-h/tea-glass-cup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SfdtetLH45I/AAAAAAAAADU/dWopfdIJzmw/s320/tea-glass-cup.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329849058306024338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple is the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SfdteQUY6XI/AAAAAAAAADM/W5wj264ZdwQ/s1600-h/white_tea_cup1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SfdteQUY6XI/AAAAAAAAADM/W5wj264ZdwQ/s320/white_tea_cup1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329849050560260466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A White Teacup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/Sfd5FSFlt8I/AAAAAAAAAD8/xb4lldqhIyo/s1600-h/tea_with_mint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/Sfd5FSFlt8I/AAAAAAAAAD8/xb4lldqhIyo/s320/tea_with_mint.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329861815677859778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Tea with Mint..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I find that tea, scenery and poetry would be a great combination. It would be better if your soulmate are with u. I might not know everything about tea, but do have a teatime would have greatly affect your life.. sit down and relax.. do a little thinking.. 15-30minutes will do. Let's a cup of tea inspire your busy day, take your time, enjoy present days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200244763104542785-4723573971830463263?l=ccw900823.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/feeds/4723573971830463263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/2009/04/sit-down-and-have-cup-of-tea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200244763104542785/posts/default/4723573971830463263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200244763104542785/posts/default/4723573971830463263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/2009/04/sit-down-and-have-cup-of-tea.html' title='Sit down and have a cup of Tea..'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00942909598162626096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SbWM9YAUwzI/AAAAAAAAABM/oBRI4l6FTyI/S220/DSC00007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SfduNncnhrI/AAAAAAAAAD0/oQ-RpY59n04/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200244763104542785.post-1926077826956982729</id><published>2009-04-25T18:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T00:44:26.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SweetDream being disturbed..</title><content type='html'>Zzz..Zzz.. Stoopig Waaayshhyeahh!! who have just ruined my sweet dream! sob sob.. and all shall thanks to my external roommate Neville, because he's the one who open the door for her. -.-''' The reason she woke me up is to ask me study for later 2pm exam(Introduction To Computer System and Application Software). What a good fren I said. Trying to get back to sleep, but cannot jor.. donno why. So I wake up on9 and play games for a while to get my sleepy mode on, but stupid computer games are just too addictive. So, the plan failed, then I browse to blogspot and post what had happened today. But then I actually appreciate to have her as my fren because she concern about fren's studies, sharing, caring nnn aa.. hmmp.. I shall found out more later.. lol! anyway great to have u as my fren szetoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took this pic during dinner time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/Sfo8Ah9V2DI/AAAAAAAAAEI/b7g60zHVB0A/s1600-h/DSC00001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/Sfo8Ah9V2DI/AAAAAAAAAEI/b7g60zHVB0A/s320/DSC00001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330639088759724082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is szetoo weishya~&lt;br /&gt;sorry eh.. tis is the only pic of u that I have .. lol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200244763104542785-1926077826956982729?l=ccw900823.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/feeds/1926077826956982729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/2009/04/sweetdream-being-disturbed.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200244763104542785/posts/default/1926077826956982729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200244763104542785/posts/default/1926077826956982729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/2009/04/sweetdream-being-disturbed.html' title='SweetDream being disturbed..'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00942909598162626096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SbWM9YAUwzI/AAAAAAAAABM/oBRI4l6FTyI/S220/DSC00007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/Sfo8Ah9V2DI/AAAAAAAAAEI/b7g60zHVB0A/s72-c/DSC00001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200244763104542785.post-3204605126546948114</id><published>2009-04-19T15:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T00:44:26.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Post..</title><content type='html'>Couldn't think of any to post, so I will only post what comes to my mind at this moment. Before I start I shall introduce someone that's essential to my life, Allan Lee, my buddy. Life wouldn't be the same if he didn't show up. He taught me a lot of things, help me out when something troubling me, accompany me when I'm bored, bring me to the crowd to know people, give advices, bring us happiness, lol! now it remind me of there is once he eat mee hoon end up coming out from nose because of ah zhao's joke(god hand)(n ah zhao which happen to be my best playmate and a great fren, we have been hanging around for years).. lol! we were laughing like the stomach are going to burst!! n the brilliant part is when ah zhao himself creating his own joke and trying to describe it to us but end up he laugh first without even saying a word n we were influence by him n we laugh together, we laugh even harder when zhao's trying hard to tell us his joke.. lol !! how i misses the old times. Ok back to the topic, oh yeah n education of course I wouldn't get 5 credits if he didn't help me up in maths and arts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days ago, my roommates and I were studying at the hall in the hostel. I got bored of studying and climbed out to the window and step on the roof for a walk. My roommates were following me too. There is actually 3 of us for ur information, Kevin is my roommates and Neville is counted as roommates of ours because he spend most of his time in our room. We were actually walking on the roof lol.. and Kevin he suggested to jump down because he said it's only 1 floor. We both said ok and at the moment its remind me of Allan, He jumped/tried b4 in our school n it was a success. By the time I wanted to but no guts, that shall explain for me. Back to present, when we was about to jump, the girls from the opposite block thought we are stalkers. Zzz.. quickly they pull the curtain. swt. The more we thinks b4 we jump wow .. it somehow getting higher n further from the ground.. Our feet were actually sweating lol!! stupid 2nd thought.. zzz.. Well finally we still made it. Kevin was the first one to jump, next with me n third Neville. I somehow hurt my back n my balls(don't laugh -.-''') but the others nothing happen. -.-''' according to Kevin(a sport science student) he said I am too skinny, my leg couldn't support the force. So that's happened. crazy .. a hotel management student and counseling student were actually follow the sport science student doing this. After that, we realize that the girls are actually looking at us jumping off the roof. The End. LOL !! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This were taken after a few days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SfTJM6vC3JI/AAAAAAAAADE/NGYaI9akKyc/s1600-h/DSC00064+(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SfTJM6vC3JI/AAAAAAAAADE/NGYaI9akKyc/s320/DSC00064+(1).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329105482848328850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place we jumped off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SfTJMym9m9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/L3RQENMlO7o/s1600-h/DSC00063+(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SfTJMym9m9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/L3RQENMlO7o/s320/DSC00063+(1).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329105480666946514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls block..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SfTJMUYYxpI/AAAAAAAAACs/IdALYjFnPG8/s1600-h/DSC00036+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SfTJMUYYxpI/AAAAAAAAACs/IdALYjFnPG8/s320/DSC00036+(1).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329105472552748690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never tried that on a tree..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SfTJMjVdmAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/fjYd9tdlMnU/s1600-h/DSC00037+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SfTJMjVdmAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/fjYd9tdlMnU/s320/DSC00037+(1).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329105476567013378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey the tree actually strong enough to handle my weight.. lol ! thanks nev,kev n the tree ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200244763104542785-3204605126546948114?l=ccw900823.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/feeds/3204605126546948114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/2009/04/random-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200244763104542785/posts/default/3204605126546948114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200244763104542785/posts/default/3204605126546948114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/2009/04/random-post.html' title='Random Post..'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00942909598162626096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SbWM9YAUwzI/AAAAAAAAABM/oBRI4l6FTyI/S220/DSC00007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SfTJM6vC3JI/AAAAAAAAADE/NGYaI9akKyc/s72-c/DSC00064+(1).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200244763104542785.post-2453929474882942509</id><published>2009-03-25T15:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T00:44:26.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Club..</title><content type='html'>Hmmp .. actually I don like clubbing ..  why so sudden ? after a long period didn’t update my blog .. once updated n I said I dislike clubbing ..  not hate laa k .. I’m just prefer other way .. although I been there several times .. approximately erm .. 1 month once bah with different group of ppl .. mostly go with my hometown frens .. haha .. counted as gathering baa .. didn’t talk much .. but at least can see each other already satisfied me ..  but still seems not suitable for me .. or maybe I’m just not used to it .. oh well ..  I might still need to get used to it .. bcuz it might benefits me in d future .. u know social .. n I’m in ssh .. school of social-science humanity .. lol ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw .. Happy birthday to my lui lui ^^ my daughter (Li Huey) .. lol .. her birthday is on today .. wish her if u know her .. ai ya just wish her laa if u donno her .. in ur heart boleh dah .. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200244763104542785-2453929474882942509?l=ccw900823.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/feeds/2453929474882942509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/2009/03/club.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200244763104542785/posts/default/2453929474882942509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200244763104542785/posts/default/2453929474882942509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/2009/03/club.html' title='Club..'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00942909598162626096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SbWM9YAUwzI/AAAAAAAAABM/oBRI4l6FTyI/S220/DSC00007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200244763104542785.post-6640813575469067837</id><published>2009-03-10T05:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T00:44:26.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mQ</title><content type='html'>some how .. i just miss her ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200244763104542785-6640813575469067837?l=ccw900823.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/feeds/6640813575469067837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/2009/03/mq.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200244763104542785/posts/default/6640813575469067837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200244763104542785/posts/default/6640813575469067837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/2009/03/mq.html' title='mQ'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00942909598162626096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SbWM9YAUwzI/AAAAAAAAABM/oBRI4l6FTyI/S220/DSC00007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200244763104542785.post-1928524694818320838</id><published>2009-01-16T21:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T00:44:26.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New to Blogspot !</title><content type='html'>Hah .. Finally I end up with my own blog here.lolx! Been thinking if I should have my own blog and that took centuries for me to decide. One of my friends suggested why don't I start my own blog n I said I will think about it, until now.lolx! hmmp.. since most of my friends are blogging here, so i decided to start an account at blogspot.. Keke..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. Welcome to Eden's Blog !!XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. I guess i started my blog at the wrong time. Why? because its exam period in tarc. Sob..Sob.. hmmp.. 5am in the morning dy, can't sleep for no reason. Gonna say my 1st good morning of the day to my roommate Kevin, a banana(lolx) from kk, sabah. He said he's gonna wake up at 5.30am to study because he is having an exam at 9am later. wish him luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days ago, when I was about to have my english test, I faced some problems before I entered the exam hall. I was listening to music through my phone while walking to the hall. The teacher there checked my exam slip as usual, she noticed the earphone around my neck n stopped me. I was like, shit.. forgot about it, n then i took it off and i asked can u plss keep my phone with u? n she replied no. I was stunned for a while.. wow .. where am I going to put my phone? I didn't bring any bags with me n by that time i was late already. No friends are around there, all of them are inside. Then I asked again can I put my phone inside the hall where I can't reach, at least better than put it outside. Unexpectedly, she said No ! what the hell .. then I go n walk around to see if there are any friends around that can keep my phone for me, unluckily there was none. So I ended up hiding my phone outside of the hall n SHE was looking at what I am doing there. N yea, I'm taking the risk ! I couldn't concentrate in the exam hall, n I wrote a lot of craps there. I bet my result will be worse than before, because I know I'm not that good in english. But luckily my phone still there, thanks God. lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, BM test. nothing special, just that I woke up at 1.45pm n my exam starts at 2pm. Rush .. rush .. rush .. luckily I reach there just in time. u know why? The advantages of staying at hostel lo .. haha .. I woke up not by myself but because of my fren tarzan. Thanks to him! He called me n I wasn't able to answer his call, because I accidentally canceled the call. Sorry tarzan .. but I did reply him after the exam. phew.. hmmp.. my roommate alarm rang.. but he didn't seems to be fully awake yet. He took his phone n put it beside him n continued to sleep. Its normal, who will wake up so early just to study.haha. Or maybe there is, but I haven't met one of them yet. hehe.. hmmp .. I think 1 is enough la for today .. hehe ^^ gonna study for kitchen test lo .. wish me luck laa .. weh .. hehe .. btw .. gd morning everyone !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200244763104542785-1928524694818320838?l=ccw900823.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/feeds/1928524694818320838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-to-blogspot.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200244763104542785/posts/default/1928524694818320838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200244763104542785/posts/default/1928524694818320838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccw900823.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-to-blogspot.html' title='New to Blogspot !'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00942909598162626096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UiWiTbGHis/SbWM9YAUwzI/AAAAAAAAABM/oBRI4l6FTyI/S220/DSC00007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
