<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434861444195684798</id><updated>2009-11-14T02:18:09.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gяaceliм™ Toilet Bowl</title><subtitle type='html'>Life is just a damn thing after another...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracelim10.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434861444195684798/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracelim10.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434861444195684798/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>- ģяaceliм™ -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10012495111709981580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>74</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434861444195684798.post-1397159229608407628</id><published>2009-11-07T12:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T13:02:16.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Hole</title><content type='html'>the second when i opened my eyes, it all comes flashing back into my mind, and the weight that left me when i drifted away the other night comes back to me in an instant. i curled up in my bed, and realised that what i have done had only ruined me, tearing myself away from those i love most. why must i always make all these illogical decision? even i have problems understanding this myself. just when i thought i had something solid built up for myself, i went on and killed everything along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it struck me that i have done nothing but single handedly destroy something that i have spent almost 7 months nurturing, and now this will haunt me until i understant how to fix it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel dejected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the tight slap from last night still stings in my heart. i could even feel the sin etched across my face, carved deeply along my skin so that whenever i look at my face, i will remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a hole in my heart that i couldn't fix right now. many things just happen all at oce and blowed up in your face, you can't even help but stood still and start wondering what the hell am i doing around here. too many question, so little answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my feeling now is like an emotional rollercoaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes its soft,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes a siren in my head,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only wanna try to do something to make things right, but the only thing i did was letting it drag me back down to the black hole again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shattered and lying is despise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3434861444195684798-1397159229608407628?l=gracelim10.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracelim10.blogspot.com/feeds/1397159229608407628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434861444195684798&amp;postID=1397159229608407628' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434861444195684798/posts/default/1397159229608407628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434861444195684798/posts/default/1397159229608407628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracelim10.blogspot.com/2009/11/black.html' title='Black Hole'/><author><name>- ģяaceliм™ -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10012495111709981580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09996565362688144642'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434861444195684798.post-2922696653654420366</id><published>2009-10-14T00:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T01:12:27.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bright note</title><content type='html'>woke up this morning feeling a little weird, like something is just not sitting right with me. i still haven't found out what it is though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently we've all been flooded by so many paper work, it's crazy. the number of people who stayed up late just to do work is obscene. time management is a pain in the arse especially for short semester students like us, but what to do ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; a restless soul, been up and moving around as if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; charged like a energizer bunny. well, right now too many things are fogging up my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more summary papers, 1 test, 1 research paper and presentation to deal with within these two weeks. Research paper is almost done, now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; just waiting for the lecturer to return my second draft so that i could make the last amendment before submitting the final research paper, but i still have lots more to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;earlier this afternoon i had a summary test. I felt a part of my old self coming back to me as my mind raced for words, reminiscing about my days back in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;PreU&lt;/span&gt; (SAM) when all of us trying to fool the lecturers during her lectures. I missed the days in SAM...and i miss all of you guys ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_HNHZiHEs4/StS0X3jgz8I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/hfKItU8K_mI/s1600-h/IMG_1249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_HNHZiHEs4/StS0X3jgz8I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/hfKItU8K_mI/s400/IMG_1249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392132976012218306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_HNHZiHEs4/StS0XUZHOBI/AAAAAAAAAtI/Pu2-M0SA_pk/s1600-h/IMG_1373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_HNHZiHEs4/StS0XUZHOBI/AAAAAAAAAtI/Pu2-M0SA_pk/s400/IMG_1373.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392132966573357074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a brighter note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Life is not about the moment that you breathe, it's about the moment that takes your breathe away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3434861444195684798-2922696653654420366?l=gracelim10.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracelim10.blogspot.com/feeds/2922696653654420366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434861444195684798&amp;postID=2922696653654420366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434861444195684798/posts/default/2922696653654420366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434861444195684798/posts/default/2922696653654420366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracelim10.blogspot.com/2009/10/bright-note.html' title='Bright note'/><author><name>- ģяaceliм™ -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10012495111709981580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09996565362688144642'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_HNHZiHEs4/StS0X3jgz8I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/hfKItU8K_mI/s72-c/IMG_1249.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434861444195684798.post-7473419604845891661</id><published>2009-10-09T22:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T22:58:33.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello...People</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_HNHZiHEs4/Ss9TuZkjFpI/AAAAAAAAArI/ON4uFBLXK8k/s1600-h/24092009373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_HNHZiHEs4/Ss9TuZkjFpI/AAAAAAAAArI/ON4uFBLXK8k/s400/24092009373.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390619335589041810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;our booth in KLIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_HNHZiHEs4/Ss9Tt-BwQGI/AAAAAAAAArA/Kp4xPN__44M/s1600-h/03102009481.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_HNHZiHEs4/Ss9Tt-BwQGI/AAAAAAAAArA/Kp4xPN__44M/s400/03102009481.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390619328195346530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fernando Gonzalez's tennis bag &amp;amp; cap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_HNHZiHEs4/Ss9TsC6Oj_I/AAAAAAAAAqo/X0yD_-U7NHk/s1600-h/24092009376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_HNHZiHEs4/Ss9TsC6Oj_I/AAAAAAAAAqo/X0yD_-U7NHk/s400/24092009376.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390619295146217458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_HNHZiHEs4/Ss9Tsosb8HI/AAAAAAAAAqw/bkjGxKyJA_g/s1600-h/P9240018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_HNHZiHEs4/Ss9Tsosb8HI/AAAAAAAAAqw/bkjGxKyJA_g/s400/P9240018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390619305288921202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;The Airport Team volunteers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_HNHZiHEs4/Ss9Rq8ApObI/AAAAAAAAAqg/AhBuM3v-1Ec/s1600-h/23092009372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_HNHZiHEs4/Ss9Rq8ApObI/AAAAAAAAAqg/AhBuM3v-1Ec/s400/23092009372.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390617077090957746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Three days before the tournament..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_HNHZiHEs4/Ss9RqZyHHnI/AAAAAAAAAqY/WJIn5Z1dYW0/s1600-h/04102009488.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_HNHZiHEs4/Ss9RqZyHHnI/AAAAAAAAAqY/WJIn5Z1dYW0/s400/04102009488.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390617067903196786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Me and Carlos Bernardes, the ATP umpire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_HNHZiHEs4/Ss9Rpxk1T3I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/09uV1fIFro8/s1600-h/04102009487.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_HNHZiHEs4/Ss9Rpxk1T3I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/09uV1fIFro8/s400/04102009487.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390617057110085490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Mohamad Lahyani and me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_HNHZiHEs4/Ss9RpS1B1rI/AAAAAAAAAqI/yLwhRRLsSgA/s1600-h/ferrer+entourage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_HNHZiHEs4/Ss9RpS1B1rI/AAAAAAAAAqI/yLwhRRLsSgA/s400/ferrer+entourage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390617048856516274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;David Ferrer and his entourages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_HNHZiHEs4/Ss9Ro2kS9bI/AAAAAAAAAqA/h0MFroG5kbg/s1600-h/rendy+airport+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_HNHZiHEs4/Ss9Ro2kS9bI/AAAAAAAAAqA/h0MFroG5kbg/s400/rendy+airport+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390617041270142386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Asian no.1 Rendy Lu Yen Tsun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_HNHZiHEs4/StM-9eiH3ZI/AAAAAAAAAsA/qbEEoXNdWI4/s1600-h/09102009508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_HNHZiHEs4/StM-9eiH3ZI/AAAAAAAAAsA/qbEEoXNdWI4/s400/09102009508.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391722404781743506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Nikolay Davydenko's autograph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_HNHZiHEs4/StM-9CnMXzI/AAAAAAAAAr4/gDDQECrFA5U/s1600-h/09102009507.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_HNHZiHEs4/StM-9CnMXzI/AAAAAAAAAr4/gDDQECrFA5U/s400/09102009507.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391722397286817586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Fernando Verdasco's autograph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_HNHZiHEs4/StNAfy4FLFI/AAAAAAAAAs4/9vqvFS-iR3w/s1600-h/09102009520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_HNHZiHEs4/StNAfy4FLFI/AAAAAAAAAs4/9vqvFS-iR3w/s400/09102009520.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391724093869730898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Gael Monfils's autograph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_HNHZiHEs4/StNAeUTum9I/AAAAAAAAAsg/07Kb89eFo6A/s1600-h/09102009513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_HNHZiHEs4/StNAeUTum9I/AAAAAAAAAsg/07Kb89eFo6A/s400/09102009513.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391724068484324306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Fernando Gonzalez's autograph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_HNHZiHEs4/StNAfWKEr7I/AAAAAAAAAsw/1LSZIfpFerg/s1600-h/09102009518.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_HNHZiHEs4/StNAfWKEr7I/AAAAAAAAAsw/1LSZIfpFerg/s400/09102009518.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391724086160568242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Robin Soderling's autograph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_HNHZiHEs4/StNAe1crcmI/AAAAAAAAAso/Es_ZD6fLFGI/s1600-h/09102009516.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_HNHZiHEs4/StNAe1crcmI/AAAAAAAAAso/Es_ZD6fLFGI/s400/09102009516.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391724077380235874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;My Tomas Berdych's autograph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_HNHZiHEs4/StM-9-H4KyI/AAAAAAAAAsI/9iWzW8suilg/s1600-h/09102009509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_HNHZiHEs4/StM-9-H4KyI/AAAAAAAAAsI/9iWzW8suilg/s400/09102009509.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391722413261597474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Lleyton Hewitt's autograph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_HNHZiHEs4/StM--fqreUI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/7i4RY-KvknY/s1600-h/09102009510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_HNHZiHEs4/StM--fqreUI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/7i4RY-KvknY/s400/09102009510.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391722422265936194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Taylor Dent's Autograph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_HNHZiHEs4/StNAgR71xbI/AAAAAAAAAtA/EO5e32cOrDY/s1600-h/29092009461.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_HNHZiHEs4/StNAgR71xbI/AAAAAAAAAtA/EO5e32cOrDY/s400/29092009461.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391724102206997938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;amp; Tomas Berdych.....&amp;amp; Mushana's shirt =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_HNHZiHEs4/StM---782XI/AAAAAAAAAsY/3klWki0ZJlU/s1600-h/09102009512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_HNHZiHEs4/StM---782XI/AAAAAAAAAsY/3klWki0ZJlU/s400/09102009512.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391722430659877234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Tennis ball signed by Fernando Verdasco....(thanks to the stringer staff)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very sorry to my blog readers, due to the slow connection in my house, i couldn't upload all the photos i snapped during the tournament. Pls visit my facebook for more pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3434861444195684798-7473419604845891661?l=gracelim10.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracelim10.blogspot.com/feeds/7473419604845891661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434861444195684798&amp;postID=7473419604845891661' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434861444195684798/posts/default/7473419604845891661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434861444195684798/posts/default/7473419604845891661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracelim10.blogspot.com/2009/10/hellopeople.html' title='Hello...People'/><author><name>- ģяaceliм™ -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10012495111709981580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09996565362688144642'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_HNHZiHEs4/Ss9TuZkjFpI/AAAAAAAAArI/ON4uFBLXK8k/s72-c/24092009373.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434861444195684798.post-3150066632543297482</id><published>2009-09-07T23:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T00:28:23.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>唯一</title><content type='html'>不准你们按back啦！！！&lt;br /&gt;对，你们没有看错部落格，也不时被人hack。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你可能会觉得很奇怪，一位曾经在高中时代被朋友取了半香蕉人花名的我，今天竟然会在部落格打了那些我曾经认为是外星语的华文字，就连现在从我口里说出来的华语，我也不太敢相信。 一直以来，我都不会去理会我的华文程度，甚至都没把它放在我眼里。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一直到我遇见了他。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是他，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;让我重新学华文，&lt;br /&gt;学会了用汉语拼音来回信息/msn，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是他，&lt;br /&gt;从来都没有放弃过我这个笨笨的，糊里糊涂的林丽雯，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是他，&lt;br /&gt;带着我走出低潮，不开心， &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是他，&lt;br /&gt;让我重心找回那种很温聲，温暖的感觉。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是他，&lt;br /&gt;让我找回自我。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;虽然有时会为了一些小事而闹得不开心，&lt;br /&gt;但是那种温暖，开心的感觉依然存在。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只要是为了他，&lt;br /&gt;能和他在一起，&lt;br /&gt;要我做什么，&lt;br /&gt;都是值得的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;累了，&lt;br /&gt;有他陪着我，&lt;br /&gt;给我靠着，&lt;br /&gt;安慰我，&lt;br /&gt;逗我， &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就算是静静地坐在我身边陪着我，&lt;br /&gt;我也愿意。。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不需要你为我做任何事，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我只要求你，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一直陪在我身边，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那就足够了。。。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3434861444195684798-3150066632543297482?l=gracelim10.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracelim10.blogspot.com/feeds/3150066632543297482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434861444195684798&amp;postID=3150066632543297482' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434861444195684798/posts/default/3150066632543297482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434861444195684798/posts/default/3150066632543297482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracelim10.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='唯一'/><author><name>- ģяaceliм™ -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10012495111709981580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09996565362688144642'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434861444195684798.post-4973950657911130566</id><published>2009-09-07T18:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T18:47:11.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Learns to Rock</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_HNHZiHEs4/SqTi81ayd8I/AAAAAAAAAp4/lqGyvrhcm98/s1600-h/DSC03505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_HNHZiHEs4/SqTi81ayd8I/AAAAAAAAAp4/lqGyvrhcm98/s400/DSC03505.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378673389746681794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;went to Genting Highland on the 5th Sept, 2009 for the MLTR's concert, FULL HOUSE CONCERT lehh ~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the concert was great and they really deserved our standing ovation....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u2lQHovjlpA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u2lQHovjlpA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3434861444195684798-4973950657911130566?l=gracelim10.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracelim10.blogspot.com/feeds/4973950657911130566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434861444195684798&amp;postID=4973950657911130566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434861444195684798/posts/default/4973950657911130566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434861444195684798/posts/default/4973950657911130566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracelim10.blogspot.com/2009/09/michael-learns-to-rock.html' title='Michael Learns to Rock'/><author><name>- ģяaceliм™ -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10012495111709981580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09996565362688144642'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_HNHZiHEs4/SqTi81ayd8I/AAAAAAAAAp4/lqGyvrhcm98/s72-c/DSC03505.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434861444195684798.post-2950684949196300215</id><published>2009-09-01T22:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T23:41:18.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysia Open Tennis, 2009</title><content type='html'>Yes, I did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not jokes, not lies....&lt;br /&gt;i passed the interview and got myself a Court Services Volunteer job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Court  Services&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; Main responsibilities are to assist the Court Services Department with daily maintenance of courts as well as rooms within the venue. English is a must and physically strong applicants will be considered first.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                             Period:  Sept 23rd - Oct 5th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_HNHZiHEs4/Sp1AUiSIc4I/AAAAAAAAApw/_TsjyYKEngc/s1600-h/MalaysianOpen2009-vi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 222px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_HNHZiHEs4/Sp1AUiSIc4I/AAAAAAAAApw/_TsjyYKEngc/s400/MalaysianOpen2009-vi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376524251694658434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" href="http://www.malaysianopentennis.com/"&gt;Malaysian Open Tennis, Kuala Lumpur &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; (please follow the link for more info)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3434861444195684798-2950684949196300215?l=gracelim10.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracelim10.blogspot.com/feeds/2950684949196300215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434861444195684798&amp;postID=2950684949196300215' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434861444195684798/posts/default/2950684949196300215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434861444195684798/posts/default/2950684949196300215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracelim10.blogspot.com/2009/09/malaysia-open-tennis-2009.html' title='Malaysia Open Tennis, 2009'/><author><name>- ģяaceliм™ -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10012495111709981580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09996565362688144642'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_HNHZiHEs4/Sp1AUiSIc4I/AAAAAAAAApw/_TsjyYKEngc/s72-c/MalaysianOpen2009-vi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434861444195684798.post-1478010834115518205</id><published>2009-08-18T21:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T21:57:54.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heavy</title><content type='html'>for a moment i placed my comic book down and took a second to breathe. i close my eyes for only a brief moment and opened them again, only to take in everything around me. there i was....sitting up in my bed, snuggled in the comfort of the blanket with a Archie comic in one hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the music player was playing Bon Jovi's It's My Life on my laptop. Rain was falling outside the window, slowly....the air was kinda chilled that night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes moments like these made me wish that time never had to pass by. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*****************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've been spending most of my time at home during this semester break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sitting in front of the laptop, playing Counter Strike, decorates &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;our&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; photo album, printing cakes receipes for baking purposes, watch The Simpson Episodes......etc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, i've been sitting in front of my computer screen for the past few hours, hands were placed firmly on the keyboard and ready to type but...my mind was blank. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;emotional roller-coaster ride have driven me over the edge i suppose, and as my body slowly broke down due to the lack of rest, it resulted in the semester exam &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(stress)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that crept up on me one week earlier, leaving me drained of all the strength. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i haven't been blogging for quite a while. to be frank, at times i have alot to pour out, but when it blogging time arrive, my mind were completely blank then. i haven't been following my usual routines in blogging. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Received a parcel from sis last week, with lil prezzie for me too. iPod touch covers, keychains, The Simpson's First Day Cover ( the best part)....wuhuu, really love that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371301321776388706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_HNHZiHEs4/SoqyGAIRWmI/AAAAAAAAApg/J6_2K2dOg-0/s400/DSC03440.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;btw, me, Ellie and her sister went for the Malaysian Open Tennis Volunteer interview at Bukit Jalil Sports Complex yesterday. only to realize how confusing and large our Bukit Jalil Sports Complex were, we couldn't even find our way to the Stadium Putra and had to call the office and ask for the location whereabout. no doubt i was nervous, furthermore i was interviewed by a foreigner, damn....but overall was great tho. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i won't deny that the past few weeks i've had awesome fun. i've met different people and i've learnt quite a lot of different things. but then again i guess sometimes we have to abandon the fun and get back to setting out lives straight again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the midst of all fun, we'd screw up a few things along the way,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it may seems to be unintentional, but things will nevertheless go haywire once in a while as there will always be mistakes that we might have forgotten to check twice, things tht could have easily slipped from our carelessness and consciousness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kthanksbye...going for supper =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3434861444195684798-1478010834115518205?l=gracelim10.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracelim10.blogspot.com/feeds/1478010834115518205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434861444195684798&amp;postID=1478010834115518205' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434861444195684798/posts/default/1478010834115518205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434861444195684798/posts/default/1478010834115518205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracelim10.blogspot.com/2009/08/heavy.html' title='Heavy'/><author><name>- ģяaceliм™ -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10012495111709981580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09996565362688144642'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_HNHZiHEs4/SoqyGAIRWmI/AAAAAAAAApg/J6_2K2dOg-0/s72-c/DSC03440.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434861444195684798.post-5154009029641223087</id><published>2009-08-04T23:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T23:48:55.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiatus and quick update</title><content type='html'>first of all i owe my readers an apology for the lack of updates for such a long time. Busy with quite a handful of things this recently (test, quiz, assignments, presentation), but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; glad it's all over now. Finally i decided to sit my butt down tonight and not to postpone the update any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was suppose to study &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Macroeconomics&lt;/span&gt; for my semester final which is on next week, yet i am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;blabbering&lt;/span&gt; here now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, INTI library were shutdown because one of the librarian was infected by the H1N1 virus and damn, this caused a very big inconvenience to me.&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*exams tiba, mau borrow books ma*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"suey"(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;bad luck)la....one week before the final, only shutdown the library =s&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3434861444195684798-5154009029641223087?l=gracelim10.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracelim10.blogspot.com/feeds/5154009029641223087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434861444195684798&amp;postID=5154009029641223087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434861444195684798/posts/default/5154009029641223087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434861444195684798/posts/default/5154009029641223087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracelim10.blogspot.com/2009/08/hiatus-and-quick-update.html' title='Hiatus and quick update'/><author><name>- ģяaceliм™ -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10012495111709981580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09996565362688144642'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434861444195684798.post-5694269930423919202</id><published>2009-07-09T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T23:54:45.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a GOOD PERSON =)</title><content type='html'>Just wanna clarify something here tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don't abuse little children although i always refer them as little monsters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I never lost my temper on them even though i am a kinda bad-tempered person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don't scream at them.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tonight in Kumon, one little Malay girl cried in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Because she can't do the division questions&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;=_='''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was sobbing in front of me,&lt;br /&gt;so loud until everyone was staring at me as if i scolded her or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my gosh.&lt;br /&gt;spoiled my good reputation  :p  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt; (ish..ish)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hahaha....stupid post ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3434861444195684798-5694269930423919202?l=gracelim10.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracelim10.blogspot.com/feeds/5694269930423919202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434861444195684798&amp;postID=5694269930423919202' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434861444195684798/posts/default/5694269930423919202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434861444195684798/posts/default/5694269930423919202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracelim10.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-good-person.html' title='I&apos;m a GOOD PERSON =)'/><author><name>- ģяaceliм™ -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10012495111709981580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09996565362688144642'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434861444195684798.post-1163159622475778262</id><published>2009-07-04T20:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T21:11:19.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quickie</title><content type='html'>i happened to read the book while i was spending my time in the library last year,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and from every good book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comes a movie.&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;the book was good, but the movie was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've watched it for 3-4 times and i still whimper everytime i watch the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think you guys should watch it, it's so blardy touching. :))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354587134885188098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_HNHZiHEs4/Sk9QoR21UgI/AAAAAAAAApA/9sST7hMY960/s400/1048_Full_PS-I-love-you.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oucch. been spending so much nowadays and my income are too little. it should be enough to cover all my expenses since they've already increase my paycheck to rm5 per hours, but starting from July, they gonna minus it for the EPF and SOCSO, leaving me so little moolah to spend.  oh shit ~ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and by the way, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;there would be a Malaysian Open Tennis Tournament (ATP World Tour) starting from September to October and famous tennis players like Fernando Verdasco, Robin Soderling, Gael Monfils...etc would be there. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm gonna volunteer myself for the ATP WT. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hope my name will be short listed and pass the interview.   :))))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3434861444195684798-1163159622475778262?l=gracelim10.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracelim10.blogspot.com/feeds/1163159622475778262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434861444195684798&amp;postID=1163159622475778262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434861444195684798/posts/default/1163159622475778262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434861444195684798/posts/default/1163159622475778262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracelim10.blogspot.com/2009/07/quickie.html' title='Quickie'/><author><name>- ģяaceliм™ -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10012495111709981580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09996565362688144642'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_HNHZiHEs4/Sk9QoR21UgI/AAAAAAAAApA/9sST7hMY960/s72-c/1048_Full_PS-I-love-you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434861444195684798.post-7513536653782431577</id><published>2009-06-10T12:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T12:31:47.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in a heartbeat</title><content type='html'>sitting alone in the middle of the night,&lt;br /&gt;feeling slightly ignorant and tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in a heartbeat, everything stopped;&lt;br /&gt;and i suddenly felt the world run away in a flash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people and cars,&lt;br /&gt;they pass me by without noticing;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many things happening,&lt;br /&gt;all at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one event has passed,&lt;br /&gt;and another is just around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it just my mind playing tricks on me,&lt;br /&gt;or is it my turn to feel it now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;little things are getting on me now. they sink their tiny teeth into my head and it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was having such a hard time today, trying to figure things out and trying to make sense of the things that have happened. i reached a fleeting moment where i cried in the shower but i stopped myself soon after pushing myself too hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's... insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith Urban's Tonight I Wanna Cry, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so emo =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Alone in this house again tonightI got the TV on,&lt;br /&gt;the sound turned down and a bottle of wine&lt;br /&gt;There's pictures of you and I on the walls around me&lt;br /&gt;The way that it was and could have been surrounds me&lt;br /&gt;I'll never get over you walkin' away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus:)I've never been the kind to ever let my feelings show&lt;br /&gt;And I thought that bein' strong meant never losin' your self-control&lt;br /&gt;But I'm just drunk enough to let go of my pain&lt;br /&gt;To hell with my pride, let it fall like rain&lt;br /&gt;From my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I wanna cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would it help if I turned a sad song on&lt;br /&gt;"All By Myself" would sure hit me hard now that you're gone&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe unfold some old yellow lost love letters&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna hurt bad before it gets better&lt;br /&gt;But I'll never get over you by hidin' this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been the kind to ever let my feelings show&lt;br /&gt;And I thought that bein' strong meant never losin' your self-control&lt;br /&gt;But I'm just drunk enough to let go of my pain&lt;br /&gt;To hell with my pride, let it fall like rain&lt;br /&gt;From my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I wanna cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been the kind to ever let my feelings show&lt;br /&gt;And I thought that bein' strong meant never losin' your self-control&lt;br /&gt;But I'm just drunk enough to let go of my pain&lt;br /&gt;To hell with this pride, let it fall like rain&lt;br /&gt;From my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I wanna cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;心真的碎了。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3434861444195684798-7513536653782431577?l=gracelim10.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracelim10.blogspot.com/feeds/7513536653782431577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434861444195684798&amp;postID=7513536653782431577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434861444195684798/posts/default/7513536653782431577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434861444195684798/posts/default/7513536653782431577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracelim10.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-heartbeat.html' title='in a heartbeat'/><author><name>- ģяaceliм™ -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10012495111709981580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09996565362688144642'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434861444195684798.post-1850545609848987449</id><published>2009-05-23T14:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T15:01:09.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time = Life</title><content type='html'>time brings unexpected things,&lt;br /&gt;and along the way we grow as we travel on.&lt;br /&gt;most of the time the roads seems all the same,&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes we venture into those that are unfamiliar;&lt;br /&gt;and we will find ourselves at the crossroad,&lt;br /&gt;looking; staring;&lt;br /&gt;deciding which path to follow.&lt;br /&gt;we are young,&lt;br /&gt;still naive and innocent, as it were.&lt;br /&gt;but we are not afraid to learn&lt;br /&gt;to get our hands dirty;&lt;br /&gt;and clean them up by ourselves,&lt;br /&gt;to break our own hearts and heal it all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somewhere in between,&lt;br /&gt;things can get us down.&lt;br /&gt;and when life runs off course,&lt;br /&gt;it turns us;&lt;br /&gt;changes us.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes when we steer into a different path,&lt;br /&gt;we are meant to undergo changes&lt;br /&gt;and become better along the way.&lt;br /&gt;and from little steps, we learn.&lt;br /&gt;first we are afraid to take the step&lt;br /&gt;but slowly, as time goes by,&lt;br /&gt;we get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we may be afraid;&lt;br /&gt;we may be challenged,&lt;br /&gt;and yet we move on&lt;br /&gt;and we try our best to get to the top.&lt;br /&gt;the steps along the road is long and winding,&lt;br /&gt;but we take them on by the horns/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when times get dark&lt;br /&gt;always know that the light is at the end of the tunnel&lt;br /&gt;and things will eventually be okay.&lt;br /&gt;don't hang on;&lt;br /&gt;let go....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and life will find its way back to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swt...well, life is getting hectic now. Especially when mom and dad left for US last Wednesday and yes...i gotta do the housechores and the cooking :) Damn tired..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe..waiting for their return on June and gimme lotsa postcards and pressie :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love ya mom and dad, muacks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3434861444195684798-1850545609848987449?l=gracelim10.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracelim10.blogspot.com/feeds/1850545609848987449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434861444195684798&amp;postID=1850545609848987449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434861444195684798/posts/default/1850545609848987449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434861444195684798/posts/default/1850545609848987449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracelim10.blogspot.com/2009/05/time-life.html' title='Time = Life'/><author><name>- ģяaceliм™ -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10012495111709981580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09996565362688144642'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434861444195684798.post-4084904364213022275</id><published>2009-04-04T05:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T16:11:11.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Early" Morning post =)</title><content type='html'>Hello people, it's4.58am now, and yes...i'm still awake for some &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;god-damned reason.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm amazed at how time passes us by so fast and without warning sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow, thinking back on those short 3 months that i've spent, things really have changed for me; the new experience i've gained, the new things i've seen, the new people i've made friends with...and not to forget, the new lesson i've learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't be a pushover anymore, gracelim ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it just feels as if we're running out of time. and it makes me wish that i could freeze the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's better this way so people could learn to treasure their memories more. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthanksbye,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;too tired already want to pengsan kenot tahan...T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3434861444195684798-4084904364213022275?l=gracelim10.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracelim10.blogspot.com/feeds/4084904364213022275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434861444195684798&amp;postID=4084904364213022275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434861444195684798/posts/default/4084904364213022275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434861444195684798/posts/default/4084904364213022275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracelim10.blogspot.com/2009/04/early-morning-post.html' title='&quot;Early&quot; Morning post =)'/><author><name>- ģяaceliм™ -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10012495111709981580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09996565362688144642'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434861444195684798.post-1891107031323025894</id><published>2009-04-01T16:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T16:25:34.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>in some way,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel the most overwhelming disappointment inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that tugging at the bottom of my heart isn't the least satisfying at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sitting here alone,&lt;br /&gt;with the door locked and windows closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sitting here alone,&lt;br /&gt;staring at the bookshelf doors&lt;br /&gt;as they creak in faint screeches&lt;br /&gt;to the light pressure from the winds that came from the ceiling fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sitting here,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wondering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the things i feel i need to say&lt;br /&gt;i can't explain in any other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been doing some thinking, quite frankly i find that life is just the way it is. things happen for a reason, we'd just have to live with it, you know ? it's life, and life's just the way it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i'm sitting here,&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if there are others out there,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going through the same things as i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i suppose that, for the time being,&lt;br /&gt;i'm just going to have make do with what i have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if it's not what i've wished for,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should be blessed that i've even gotten this far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: wish you rot in hell, i mean it....you dumbass !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3434861444195684798-1891107031323025894?l=gracelim10.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracelim10.blogspot.com/feeds/1891107031323025894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434861444195684798&amp;postID=1891107031323025894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434861444195684798/posts/default/1891107031323025894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434861444195684798/posts/default/1891107031323025894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracelim10.blogspot.com/2009/04/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>- ģяaceliм™ -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10012495111709981580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09996565362688144642'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434861444195684798.post-7057837598676439553</id><published>2009-03-11T22:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T22:39:29.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>morning blue</title><content type='html'>as soon as i laid in bed, i went out like a light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't even remember dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up to the increasing pace of the sounds of my heart racing,&lt;br /&gt;and walked toward the window in my room and looked outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never bother to look, but something seemed to be calling me, so i looked and i saw the crisp morning light shining on the cream-colored walls outside. i haven't seen anything like this for a long while, and sometimes i wonder if i ever were myself anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to remember....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, it is the bitter parts of life that remind me to cherish the better times more. i would constantly remind myself that the emotions i feel at this point will only last for a moment, and sooner or later something beautiful will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i wait;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wait for that moment to take my breath away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember a friend once told me that things are always never, NEVER as bad as they seem to be. i do believe her but at times things make life seem so unpredictably insane and it is hard for me to hang on to that theory. i smiled then at the thought, knowing that maybe this is what they call LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't expect things to go as i planned it to be, and i know that disappointment will always be part of it no matter how much we all wish it not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i placed my arms on the cold stoned wall, feeling the chill of loneliness that lingered on its surface. A sad smile found its way onto the edges of my lips and thus formed a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at times i wonder how i can smile when i am feeling so blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it is official that i am starting my part-time job in &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;KUMON&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow. hope everything would be fine, i definitely do not want any parents coming after me for child abusing. =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3434861444195684798-7057837598676439553?l=gracelim10.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracelim10.blogspot.com/feeds/7057837598676439553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434861444195684798&amp;postID=7057837598676439553' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434861444195684798/posts/default/7057837598676439553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434861444195684798/posts/default/7057837598676439553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracelim10.blogspot.com/2009/03/morning-blue.html' title='morning blue'/><author><name>- ģяaceliм™ -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10012495111709981580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09996565362688144642'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434861444195684798.post-4934364192893574240</id><published>2009-02-24T21:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T22:05:13.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Well Soon :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have a history of migraine headaches since my younger days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's all started on the top of my head&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(towards the back)&lt;/span&gt; and went down the back of my head. The pain was so severe and you would actually want to bang your head on the wall to make it feel better. Panadol was 1st the medication that helped me to reduce the pain but eventually my body turned out to be&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;PANADOL-RESISTANT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, not much help now. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could spend the whole day in terrible forehead pain, dizzy and chilled. All I can do is try to sleep through most of it, but it doesn't work this way now....&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;currently suffering from insomnia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Migraines are real and they are terribly painful. They are more painful than many people can tolerate. People who don’t have migraines don’t understand what you go through and tend to make fun of you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;yea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am jelly.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306362039887295154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_HNHZiHEs4/SaP8KTUZcrI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/NkvmzOFtSdI/s400/24-02-09_2105.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;look @ the amount of panadols i took these few days....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;can really kill me :(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306363705975551570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_HNHZiHEs4/SaP9rR-ytlI/AAAAAAAAAow/uyHZnhauLl4/s400/24-02-09_2108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for the pain :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3434861444195684798-4934364192893574240?l=gracelim10.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracelim10.blogspot.com/feeds/4934364192893574240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434861444195684798&amp;postID=4934364192893574240' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434861444195684798/posts/default/4934364192893574240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434861444195684798/posts/default/4934364192893574240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracelim10.blogspot.com/2009/02/get-well-soon.html' title='Get Well Soon :('/><author><name>- ģяaceliм™ -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10012495111709981580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09996565362688144642'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_HNHZiHEs4/SaP8KTUZcrI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/NkvmzOFtSdI/s72-c/24-02-09_2105.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434861444195684798.post-2191612454211398424</id><published>2009-02-20T23:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T23:51:02.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Matter of Death</title><content type='html'>sometimes pain becomes such a huge part of your life that you always expect it to be there, because you can't remember a time in your life when it wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then one day you will feel something else, something that feels wrong, only because it's so unfamiliar;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in that moment you might realize that you're happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we take life for granted.&lt;br /&gt;we do get bored, we missed out the finer aspects of life, and keep chasing and running elusive goals, all sets by others for us !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all the while, the time slipped through it. When we are ready to enjoy, old age and death face us. Soemtimes, even before we are ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perharps, I have to learn to live up my life before i..........&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(continue for me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3434861444195684798-2191612454211398424?l=gracelim10.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracelim10.blogspot.com/feeds/2191612454211398424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434861444195684798&amp;postID=2191612454211398424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434861444195684798/posts/default/2191612454211398424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434861444195684798/posts/default/2191612454211398424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracelim10.blogspot.com/2009/02/sometimes-pain-becomes-such-huge-part.html' title='The Matter of Death'/><author><name>- ģяaceliм™ -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10012495111709981580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09996565362688144642'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434861444195684798.post-535034754822144452</id><published>2009-02-11T21:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T21:43:46.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfection ?</title><content type='html'>Nobody is perfect in this world...but why don't we realize this fact ?&lt;br /&gt;We spend most of out life in being perfect, where someone else defines the term perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We fail to realize what makes us feel happy, sad.&lt;br /&gt;We constrain ourselves so as to adhere to what society says is good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our lives are guided by the norms set by our society. If anyone of us tries to go against there, they are said to be mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes when you're young, you think nothing can hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;it's like being invincible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your whole life is ahead of you, and you have big plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;big plans.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to find your perfect match; the one that completes you...&lt;br /&gt;but as you get older, you realize it's not always that easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not until the end of your life that you realize how the plans you made were simply plans. At the end, when you're looking back instead of forward, you want to believe that you made the most of what life gave you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you want to believe that you're leaving something good behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you want it all to have mattered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3434861444195684798-535034754822144452?l=gracelim10.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracelim10.blogspot.com/feeds/535034754822144452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434861444195684798&amp;postID=535034754822144452' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434861444195684798/posts/default/535034754822144452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434861444195684798/posts/default/535034754822144452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracelim10.blogspot.com/2009/02/nobody-is-perfect-in-this-world.html' title='Perfection ?'/><author><name>- ģяaceliм™ -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10012495111709981580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09996565362688144642'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434861444195684798.post-4845488330101905717</id><published>2009-02-03T22:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T22:29:26.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Real Meaning of My Life  =)</title><content type='html'>Our life can be so unpredictable, sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like taking a ride on a roller coaster, ups and downs...ups and downs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People often forgot about themselves when they are at the peak of something, but when it comes to the down slope in life, they tend to forget the real meaning of life and simply let the years flow under the bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be influenced by what other people say.&lt;br /&gt;We have to put lots of energy and enthusiasm into achieving our objective, and we are the only person responsible for our choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My dear blog reader,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we only get to live once...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so instead of doing something silly and unproductive,&lt;br /&gt;why don't we just immerse ourselves in the river of life,&lt;br /&gt;free our minds from all the distraction,&lt;br /&gt;learn about the true meaning of life as we proceed forward&lt;br /&gt;and live to it fully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Never let those that are evil blind us from those that are good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3434861444195684798-4845488330101905717?l=gracelim10.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracelim10.blogspot.com/feeds/4845488330101905717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434861444195684798&amp;postID=4845488330101905717' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434861444195684798/posts/default/4845488330101905717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434861444195684798/posts/default/4845488330101905717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracelim10.blogspot.com/2009/02/real-meaning-of-my-life.html' title='The Real Meaning of My Life  =)'/><author><name>- ģяaceliм™ -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10012495111709981580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09996565362688144642'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434861444195684798.post-5111793954629996135</id><published>2009-01-29T20:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T20:53:24.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At Times</title><content type='html'>i like it when good things happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like it when people smile at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like it when the most unexpected happy things jump right in your embrace, just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like being random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like sharing laughter with a group of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like being close to just that one person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like doing things for people and seeing them smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like it when i know there's an extra sparkle in the way they look at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like it when people actually care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like the way people laugh out loud. A big, hearty laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like reading Paulo Coelho and indulging in the night breeze that comes blowing from my window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like finding out new things that make me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like realizing that there will always be someone out there, no matter where you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doesn't it make you wonder sometimes how life can be so unpredictable?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3434861444195684798-5111793954629996135?l=gracelim10.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracelim10.blogspot.com/feeds/5111793954629996135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434861444195684798&amp;postID=5111793954629996135' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434861444195684798/posts/default/5111793954629996135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434861444195684798/posts/default/5111793954629996135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracelim10.blogspot.com/2009/01/at-times.html' title='At Times'/><author><name>- ģяaceliм™ -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10012495111709981580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09996565362688144642'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434861444195684798.post-2836501966602327459</id><published>2009-01-21T14:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T14:28:57.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking down at the break of dawn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_HNHZiHEs4/SXa_iOUDjYI/AAAAAAAAAn8/NJzZgUaqIQU/s1600-h/large_snazal_com.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293629006699269506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_HNHZiHEs4/SXa_iOUDjYI/AAAAAAAAAn8/NJzZgUaqIQU/s400/large_snazal_com.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't been like myself for the past few days. I'm feeling waves of emotions like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; never felt before and it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;neww&lt;/span&gt; to me. I smile when deep inside i know that my heart has been clenched and squeezed out of its breath. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;somehow i think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; in denial. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finished my first &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paulo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Coelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; today and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; get my second &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Coelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;CNY&lt;/span&gt;. Just after going through my first two short stories in the book, i feel inspired. I have not read anything like this. I couldn't believe my own naked eyes as i read line after line of perfect words strung together into a beautiful poetic sentences. As the sentences merge together to form the paragraphs, the paragraphs form the whole story, it takes my breath away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's as if &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Coelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; have captured my heart, my soul and eventually turned them into words. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something really big happened to me this year. I wouldn't exactly say it's most beautiful thing that happened in my life, but it definitely has given me an impact that is bigger than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; expected it to be. At first i thought i could handle it. I thought i could push through whatever life brought upon me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But seemingly i have failed; i blamed myself repeatedly as the silent tears stream down my cheeks and burn my skin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pain seeped in more profoundly now, and i can feel it puncturing the very last of my emotions, tearing it into oblivion. It is something beautiful because i thought i could finally let someone in; yet it is something that's broken because what's left of me is shattered and torn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As i sit here, i will continue to dwell into another world, the world where no one can harm me and i am my own master of fate - in the world of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;coelho's&lt;/span&gt; books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3434861444195684798-2836501966602327459?l=gracelim10.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracelim10.blogspot.com/feeds/2836501966602327459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434861444195684798&amp;postID=2836501966602327459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434861444195684798/posts/default/2836501966602327459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434861444195684798/posts/default/2836501966602327459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracelim10.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-havent-been-like-myself-for-past-few.html' title='Breaking down at the break of dawn'/><author><name>- ģяaceliм™ -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10012495111709981580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09996565362688144642'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_HNHZiHEs4/SXa_iOUDjYI/AAAAAAAAAn8/NJzZgUaqIQU/s72-c/large_snazal_com.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434861444195684798.post-6468279581751920358</id><published>2009-01-02T20:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T21:20:55.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The People</title><content type='html'>in the series of events that happen in our daily lives, there is bound to be a number of people who leave the deepest impressions that would live on forever in our memories; may it be the ones who break the first smile at us on the public bus on the way home, or the ones who take the initiative to start a friendly conversation that eventually leads to a few lunches together; the ones who willingly hold out their hands to us when we're in need, or the ones who stood by us through the thick and thin.&lt;br /&gt;we often categorize those people we meet in many different ways - most of us call them &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Friends".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've managed 5 years of middle school. and even though those 5 years weren't the sweetest years of my life, i would never trade anything for the experiences i've gained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember first graduating from primary school and i thought: next year, i'll be in middle school. i bet it's just like primary school, but maybe tougher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was right. it was tougher - but not in the ways of how i imagined it to be. although my primary school days are a far cry, i can still tell you the little differences of it from middle school if asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the one obvious thing that sets them apart is the different kinds of people that we meet in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are so many things about middle school that i don't like, but despite everything that's happened&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (growing up, learning about friendship, understanding oneself, etc.),&lt;/span&gt; i'm still going to miss it here, especially the people i have come to know and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;middle school is a risky place to be in, and depending on the people whom we choose to hang out with, it molds us into who we are when we step out of our comfort zone and into society. some people might come out as straight A students in primary school but end up dropping out halfway through high; and there are those who might start out failing everything when they first entered high school but excel at the end in the most amazing ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; lucky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to say that i made it through with the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;best people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i could ever ask for. they &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;might not exactly the smartest students in school&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;but they are still a bunch of the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;most interesting yet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking back, i wish it'd all stay as it is. but eventually we have to move forward in life, and somewhere between the lines of staying and leaving, we're bound to be separated from the ones we're closest to. maybe to some, it wouldn't make much of a difference; but for most of us&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(and i'm pretty sure of this)&lt;/span&gt;, it's one of the hardest thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for everything, you guys. be it the little things that you have done for me that made me smile or the big things that can't make me thank you enough. without all of you, my life would've been a lot tougher to go through, i'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so my deepest gratitude, to those who have crossed my path in life. be it in real life, over my blog &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(which i am really thankful and blessed for),&lt;/span&gt; or even online. because of all of you, i've cried a lot less and laughed a lot more. without all of you, i wouldn't be the girl that i am today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do we live for, if it is not to make life less difficult for each other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regular class starting on the coming Monday. and i love the timetable too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3434861444195684798-6468279581751920358?l=gracelim10.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracelim10.blogspot.com/feeds/6468279581751920358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434861444195684798&amp;postID=6468279581751920358' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434861444195684798/posts/default/6468279581751920358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434861444195684798/posts/default/6468279581751920358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracelim10.blogspot.com/2009/01/people.html' title='The People'/><author><name>- ģяaceliм™ -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10012495111709981580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09996565362688144642'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434861444195684798.post-4999915346701944141</id><published>2008-12-29T23:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T00:02:58.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009</title><content type='html'>in about 9 hours time, i will be off for my &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vacay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Gяaceliм™ Toilet Bowl blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; would seem a little bit...well...&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DEAD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for a while due to the blog author's vacay to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;*drum rolls please*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285233894273766066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_HNHZiHEs4/SVjsOXcK0rI/AAAAAAAAAnw/k4qdx6wgTNs/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;SINGAPORE !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Singapore here i come, babeh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;whee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and i'm bringing my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;iPod Touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Singapore&lt;/span&gt; because well quite frankly it will &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;totally and absolutely KILL ME&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;if i couldn't &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;MSN&lt;/span&gt; for a long long long time &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(3 days is very long for me ok..)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;on a side note,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uni gonna start on the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;5th of January. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I'm going for a course which i have no interest at all !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Bachelor of Business Administration(hons)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just keep me in your prayer lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy NEW Year 2009 to everyone !!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3434861444195684798-4999915346701944141?l=gracelim10.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracelim10.blogspot.com/feeds/4999915346701944141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434861444195684798&amp;postID=4999915346701944141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434861444195684798/posts/default/4999915346701944141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434861444195684798/posts/default/4999915346701944141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracelim10.blogspot.com/2008/12/in-about-9-hours-time-i-will-be-off-for.html' title='2009'/><author><name>- ģяaceliм™ -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10012495111709981580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09996565362688144642'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_HNHZiHEs4/SVjsOXcK0rI/AAAAAAAAAnw/k4qdx6wgTNs/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434861444195684798.post-1716748964808509622</id><published>2008-12-19T21:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T21:27:51.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random post larh....</title><content type='html'>At this exact moment,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people around the world are going through something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some are &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;working&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, some are spending time with their &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;loved ones&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some are &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, some are&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; sad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some are &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;laughing their hearts out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, while others are &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;crying in the corner&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people do things &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;without reason&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they always end up &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;hurting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; themselves in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teach me &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;how to overcome this feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i can't do it alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;gracelim is&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;super pokkai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;high fever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; also.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- so suay larh... -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3434861444195684798-1716748964808509622?l=gracelim10.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracelim10.blogspot.com/feeds/1716748964808509622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434861444195684798&amp;postID=1716748964808509622' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434861444195684798/posts/default/1716748964808509622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434861444195684798/posts/default/1716748964808509622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracelim10.blogspot.com/2008/12/random-post.html' title='random post larh....'/><author><name>- ģяaceliм™ -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10012495111709981580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09996565362688144642'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434861444195684798.post-4896674812692771419</id><published>2008-12-05T23:16:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T00:30:14.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cranky like an old hag.</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow i am officially sitting for&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moral Studies finals......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and i am still sitting here &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;(celaka budak ni kan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i feel so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;grouchy and emotional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; all of the sudden, it feels literally interesting that i could be so &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;grateful &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;about life one moment and suddenly become so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;annoyed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;complications of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;dwell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in other people's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;cries for help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; so i don't have to think about my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;drown&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;myself with time-consuming things so i don't have to think about my&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;problems. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;kill time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; thinking about people &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*cough cough*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; so i don't have to think about uni. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;about the &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;complications&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;relationships&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;between people so i don't have to think about my own &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;relationships&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;with those around me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i crank up the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;volum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on my lappie so i don't have to hear what other people have to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;scream &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;silently in my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; so i don't have to deal with the&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; silence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that bothers me with questions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sigh....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it feels really &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;irritating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; when the problems about everything come flooding back into my head. i&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; block&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; them away, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;pushing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; them to the back of my head so that i won't have to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;worry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to much but occasionally, it's days like these that it comes back to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;haunt me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sometimes life isn't always&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;but on the other hand, no one ever said that it was going to be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;grrr. if you need me i'll be in the corner devouring &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hennesey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vodka&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;(they gonna kill me...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;November 26,2008....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A wonderful and happy day for all SAM March Intake Students.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;BBQ&lt;/span&gt; + &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Water Fight&lt;/span&gt; +&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; FOOD&lt;/span&gt; = &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;unlimited fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276334408757831954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_HNHZiHEs4/STlOMIYuaRI/AAAAAAAAAmg/Qc-dFwc4G9k/s400/DSC03174.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Barbeque-ing under the rain....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276334427422781234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_HNHZiHEs4/STlONN6y7zI/AAAAAAAAAm4/2WoU8mvx30I/s400/DSC03206.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Water fight begins....[target: Miss Sukhveer]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276339503884724162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_HNHZiHEs4/STlS0tNo58I/AAAAAAAAAnI/-lwjINwUVw8/s400/IMG_3832.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276334407198520178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_HNHZiHEs4/STlOMCk9M3I/AAAAAAAAAmo/OyYoVjIEbf4/s400/IMG_3820.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Raining....still can have water fight ~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276339521165920770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_HNHZiHEs4/STlS1tlzCgI/AAAAAAAAAng/rc9v7_yp2bg/s400/IMG_3839a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Look at the DEVIL behind the photo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276334406432881954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_HNHZiHEs4/STlOL_uafSI/AAAAAAAAAmY/Xfz1ak6qVjA/s400/IMG_1492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276339499172095458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_HNHZiHEs4/STlS0bqD5eI/AAAAAAAAAnA/XLZ12nmb_oY/s400/IMG_1501.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276339506574153842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_HNHZiHEs4/STlS03O2WHI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Yfc0OEwBNKU/s400/DSC00481.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Walao...5 bunga of SAM (beh paiseh..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276339513816176098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_HNHZiHEs4/STlS1SNe1eI/AAAAAAAAAnY/BD0wmOCAybg/s400/IMG_1505.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dimsum-ing @ Seremban&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Goodbye and all the best ppl..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Thanks for all the wonderful memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;will miss ya' all ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3434861444195684798-4896674812692771419?l=gracelim10.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracelim10.blogspot.com/feeds/4896674812692771419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434861444195684798&amp;postID=4896674812692771419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434861444195684798/posts/default/4896674812692771419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434861444195684798/posts/default/4896674812692771419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracelim10.blogspot.com/2008/12/cranky-like-old-hag.html' title='Cranky like an old hag.'/><author><name>- ģяaceliм™ -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10012495111709981580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09996565362688144642'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_HNHZiHEs4/STlOMIYuaRI/AAAAAAAAAmg/Qc-dFwc4G9k/s72-c/DSC03174.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>