<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6688344790885381406</id><updated>2011-07-08T04:23:31.990-07:00</updated><category term='The thin line between love and hate is ours to draw~'/><category term='There&apos;s a juicy secret here'/><category term='My day dont matter if I you&apos;re not happy..'/><category term='Am I too obsessed? Or I just want to have a chance to Love her..'/><category term='save the formula xD'/><category term='I No longer want to be the same person as I am today~~'/><category term='Angie =)..'/><category term='save the cheerleader'/><category term='Temptation to kiss you adorable cheeks...'/><category term='I&apos;ll dedicate this to a friend of mine'/><category term='see if you can reveal it. =)'/><title type='text'>~**Wake Up And Face Life**~</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ealjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6688344790885381406/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ealjournal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>3@rN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03330470758854083471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6688344790885381406.post-7378785322943102435</id><published>2009-07-01T04:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T02:35:32.666-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My day dont matter if I you&apos;re not happy..'/><title type='text'>My smile shall appear when your's  to share with it. Save you, save myself..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Shed no more tears, I am here to end your fears"&lt;/span&gt; says myself to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erghhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have been thinking, I should change my style of blogging. I mean I think its getting kind of dull and gloomy in a way. That's what I think. Oh well, I'll try writing in a different kind of way from now on, that way I have more things to write. =D. I am just going to tell you what the heck happen in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, for starters, I have the 3rd term/final examination of the year. Ink wastage, paper scribbles, brain literally storming, butt-aches and so much more.&lt;br /&gt;Today. We have Add.Math. One word "fatiguing". I was ripping my head apart trying to solve these such inhuman questions. After 4 hours of extreme/murderous calculation, I only manage to answer 9 questions out of 24 questions. Disappointed but I never have interest in it anyway so I care less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gets my daily dose of electrolytes from these isotonic drinks.Steal some of Lil C's french fries then she punch my stomach which pretty much didn't hurt so I just stole more of her french fries. After getting my dose, crushed the can then threw it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last exam of the day was Mandarin/French. Wasn't taking any of them so I went to Terra 1. 1 and a half hour more until the end of the day in school. Tim was playing COD 4 on my computer while I was practically being damaged by Lil C. I was trying to dismantle a stapler which she got annoyed of. Maybe that is the reason why she have been violently attacking me with multiple slaps and punches. Or she just did it for no particular reason at all. Yep, She's a scary person but still lovable in a way. Then, I found some paper on the floor and I began to fold the Empire State building out of that paper (I can do all sorts of stuff when I am bored out of my mind).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the digit 3.30 was shown on my watch, packed my stuff and prepare to go home. =). Put my bags in the van and scoot over to the bus stop where I meet up YS, Mels and yea,Lil C.&lt;br /&gt;They looked so depressed except Mels which was lost in the world of emo people. Especially, Lil C who looked awfully dejected, even with the attempt of smiling I can still see somewhere in her eyes she is deeply troubled. Might be exaggeration of my own concious assumptions  but I believe it was true anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like smiling and laughing all the way home or at home. Constantly having those vision of those troubled little eyes and deceptive smiles. I feel so helpless, hopeless, pathetic, wrecked for being so useless as a friend. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I can read people's mind.&lt;br /&gt;I just don't feel perky at all today. Sorry to have made your day gloomy for reading this piece of crap I just wrote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A sunny day can be destroyed by a dark cloud of rain..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6688344790885381406-7378785322943102435?l=ealjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ealjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7378785322943102435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ealjournal.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-smile-shall-appear-when-yours-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6688344790885381406/posts/default/7378785322943102435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6688344790885381406/posts/default/7378785322943102435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ealjournal.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-smile-shall-appear-when-yours-to.html' title='My smile shall appear when your&apos;s  to share with it. Save you, save myself..'/><author><name>3@rN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03330470758854083471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6688344790885381406.post-8654466258767027381</id><published>2009-06-17T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T06:13:48.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes the minor things in life are the foundation of what really matters.</title><content type='html'>Don't worry, I am going to dump more romantic thrash in this blog as something new have just sparkle so prepare your barf bags if you think you can't handle it. Haha. All the romantic stuff that I write in this blog are non-fiction and true about how I feel. Those mini quotes and poems that are in this blog are 100% written by me, no plagiarism. I hope you enjoy reading it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I KNOW YOU MIGHT NOT GIVE A DAMN BUT I'LL STILL TELL YOU ANYWAY!!! xD...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I STILL LIKE NASI AYAM!!!! SO WHAT!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6688344790885381406-8654466258767027381?l=ealjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ealjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8654466258767027381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ealjournal.blogspot.com/2009/06/sometimes-minor-things-in-life-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6688344790885381406/posts/default/8654466258767027381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6688344790885381406/posts/default/8654466258767027381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ealjournal.blogspot.com/2009/06/sometimes-minor-things-in-life-are.html' title='Sometimes the minor things in life are the foundation of what really matters.'/><author><name>3@rN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03330470758854083471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6688344790885381406.post-875155413796487335</id><published>2009-06-17T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T05:48:23.339-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='There&apos;s a juicy secret here'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='see if you can reveal it. =)'/><title type='text'>In the center my heart shall be given. Hands are held thus tears shall not be shed</title><content type='html'>OMG,Its been a bluddy long time since I update my blog. Oh well, here's some new treats for the readers of this blog. Oh, I have to thank all of you so much for even entering this web-page or blog site or whatever you all call it. =p Here is what this lil' psychotic dude(which is ME =D) have been up to in this friggin' 2 months. Darn it, I forgot my beginning quote. No worries, I'll just write in right below this paragraph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crave for your smile, mesmerize by your laugh, hypotize by your beautiful face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I know, almost most of my post are about a girl who I don't have the guts to confess to. Yes, I know the surprisingly romantic words I use just utterly gross out people. But what a guy's going to do when he got spellbound by love (good news is I got over my ridiculous crush =D). OK, now that's settled lets be big boys and stomp the yard (whatever that is). As you all know(for people in cempaka who actually know me)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; I have transfer into the international campus. I know its not a freakin' big deal. But to tell the truth, many amazing things occured to me since my transfer and I ain't going to share it with you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah,I am just being crappy like I always do =p. You know what they say " Scaring is Caring". Err, you know what, I am just going to get on with this =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes you get better than what you have anticipated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I am going to tell you that I am still a virgin. Erhm. Sentence under maintainace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I am going to tell you about the incredible people I have met so far this year. Mini-Biography ALERT!!~~~ &gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cheetah or should we call him Jabutus(I think)&lt;/span&gt; - He not your typical buddy. He is fun-loving and eccentric. He is someone I get drunk with drinking mineral water, Ribena or even Excel and all of these drink are totally alcohol-free. =D. We sing in class using our high-pitched voice, We dance like retards (occasionally) and We steal Macbook chargers(No,not to charge our Mac but just randomly tangle it up around our neck so it looks like a freaking white bling-less bling) I think he's the only one who did it. xD. He loves eating fishes. Not your typical fish which you eat at home but Guppies.=D Yeap, He just eat them raw and alive for 100 Bucks(I think). He said the guts were bitter. He is also a joker. Come to think of it, his jokes normally involves "Yo Mama" or Racism. A really fun person to be with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anchovies(Ikan Bilis in Bahasa Melayu) or I would personally call her Lil' C&lt;/span&gt; - Firstly, She is freakishly tall for a girl but I am still taller than her. =p. I don't recall how in the world I met this awesome person. I will define "awesome" for y'all, She is extremely nerdy meaning she is bluddy smart, wears a freakin tie all the time, loves pink and pretty feminine. You know what, That is total &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BULLSHIT!!&lt;/span&gt;(and yes I bold the word). She ain't nerdy but smart, she don't wear a tie(unless its formal day), She loves Red not Pink and last but not least, SHE IS CERTAINLY NOT FEMININE(mmm-hmm,yes I capitalized the whole phrase)*Feminine as in like not girlish,not that she is not a girl kind of way*. She is the kind of girl who punches people for no particular reason, screams extremely loud, slaughters apple by chopping them into very tiny pieces, burps for fun and ain't freakin' care about it. Maybe thats what make her both a particularly great and unique person at the same time adorable and endearing as well. A tremendously lovely and awesome person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OYSTER(SOS TIRAM!!) or I would call her Pearlly&lt;/span&gt; - One thing, She's a vampire. xD. Another person I have no friggin' idea how I met. Come to think of it, I knew all my close friends in random ways but that's the thing that made me close to them. OK. Pearlly has a innocent appearance, have pretty soft and polite voice. She once told me she enjoys listening to tibetan or buddhist chanting music or some stuff. She said it was somehow relaxing for her. =p I think she's a vampire because she takes nap in the evening and stay up really late and not to mention she has quite a pale,cold skin. Maybe not cold but you get my point. =D. She's quite a fun person to talk to. Overall, she's a really nice person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The people who help me forget the miseries of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;There some more friends I have met who are great as well but these three in particular are the closest and I kind of usually hang out with them. =) They may sound weird but I TOTALLY LOVE THEM!! xD. HYPER~~~ lol.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I didn't talk much about myself have I, guess I got carried away but I can't deny the fact that I really LOVE THEM &lt;-- (and I don't really say that everyday O.o)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I promise in my next post, I'll try to write something more interesting than this. =p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untill next time my superbly awesome readers, have a nice day everyday and enjoy life. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOTE: The names in the biography are not actually their actual names. These are the nicknames we call each other and also their names have been conceal due to security purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE LOVE NASI AYAM!!! SO WHAT!!!!!~~~ &gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6688344790885381406-875155413796487335?l=ealjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ealjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/875155413796487335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ealjournal.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-center-my-heart-shall-be-given-hands.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6688344790885381406/posts/default/875155413796487335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6688344790885381406/posts/default/875155413796487335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ealjournal.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-center-my-heart-shall-be-given-hands.html' title='In the center my heart shall be given. Hands are held thus tears shall not be shed'/><author><name>3@rN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03330470758854083471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6688344790885381406.post-1966000554073589723</id><published>2009-04-14T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T03:55:41.923-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I No longer want to be the same person as I am today~~'/><title type='text'>Friendship which are priceless and rare,Recycle to a different pathway..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And the search continues....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Reading my previous post. Realize that most of it is about that particular person. That particular person who's only visual image can trigger my heart to pump twice as fast. She's just another ordinary person. Except we never had a full conversation before,basically we don't know each other. Then why is it so hard to even say 'Hi" to her, what is so special about this person? Why cant my mind rest without having a slight glimpse of her face? The question which could never be answer. I can just endure these sorrows which is thrown at me out of my will and do nothing about it. She will just stay there, innocent, without knowing that her appearance to my visual receptors is a cure to my pitiful heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We laugh,We cry,We are forever together...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My senses finally return to my consciousness, thinking why am I trying so hard to make her notice me, To make her know I care for her although she does not need it. An obstacle I foolishly could not overtake, which just make my life more difficult. Choices are given but I was blind for not taking it. Only thinking, pain was the only way and endurance was the only solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always though none can be trusted. The only one whom I believe the most is myself and no other. Such ignorant thoughts I have. Recently a few are able to gain my trust. But am I just being gullible or are they truly trustworthy? Honesty,Companionship,Trust,Reliable,those properties of a genuine friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To have the will to protect somebody is the greatest strength of all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It is true joy cannot be obtain unless it is shared with another. Happiness will never come to you if solitary is your path. No one should be alone, I believe there is always somebody out there who will not take you for granted. I just have to search for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Once you fall in love, It will be difficult to hate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;After all this lengthy and heavy things which I must release off my chest, I must say that "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you are the only one which is in my heart, my mind shall not let go of you but if there's a way to make another happier then I would be glad to say this regretful words, I THINK I am OVER YOU&lt;/span&gt;~~ =)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Coverts into the flip-side of the leaf..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6688344790885381406-1966000554073589723?l=ealjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ealjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1966000554073589723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ealjournal.blogspot.com/2009/04/friendship-which-are-priceless-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6688344790885381406/posts/default/1966000554073589723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6688344790885381406/posts/default/1966000554073589723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ealjournal.blogspot.com/2009/04/friendship-which-are-priceless-and.html' title='Friendship which are priceless and rare,Recycle to a different pathway..'/><author><name>3@rN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03330470758854083471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6688344790885381406.post-8640107269470501077</id><published>2009-04-01T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T09:10:14.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Written words, Nine minutes after fools for Mels</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Success is worthless without failures..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Today,I wrote another poem for my one of beloved friend. It's most probably not very good but I would like to share it. =). Hope you guy/girls like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little heartbeat,&lt;br /&gt;Eternally sealed in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Love that will never die,&lt;br /&gt;Always there to be my light,&lt;br /&gt;Never fade into the shadows,&lt;br /&gt;Every time beside me,&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere that I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try writing a much better one next time. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said a "maybe" so I assume she might reconsider on writing poems. So I'll be waiting for her, to express her feelings into words. It would be my utmost honor to read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6688344790885381406-8640107269470501077?l=ealjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ealjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8640107269470501077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ealjournal.blogspot.com/2009/04/written-words-nine-minutes-after-fools.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6688344790885381406/posts/default/8640107269470501077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6688344790885381406/posts/default/8640107269470501077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ealjournal.blogspot.com/2009/04/written-words-nine-minutes-after-fools.html' title='Written words, Nine minutes after fools for Mels'/><author><name>3@rN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03330470758854083471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6688344790885381406.post-5353345280983749839</id><published>2009-03-26T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T02:24:21.221-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;ll dedicate this to a friend of mine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angie =)..'/><title type='text'>ANGIE, Something that I though of subconciously.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reality is a hard  thing to face...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nothing special happen in school these days. School is just real boring lately but the "games Carnival" is coming soon. I so pump up for sports. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've been thinking too much. Sometimes random things just come into my mind. Like this poem that just suddenly pops into my mind in school when I was bored. Its called "A.N.G.I.E", and I mind as well share it with you guys/girls. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An appearance of beauty beyond judgment,&lt;br /&gt;No description for such grace of yours,&lt;br /&gt;Great feelings appears with the glace of your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Innocence which mesmerize the mind,&lt;br /&gt;Elegance which melt the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S : I call this poem ANGIE because if you take all the first letter and list it down in sequence, it actually spells that. No, I contain no special feelings toward this person, it's just a random poem which came in to my mind and have this coincidence. So please don't make this such a "BIG" thing, it's just a coincidence even myself was surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My heart only belongs to one, but invisible in her sight...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6688344790885381406-5353345280983749839?l=ealjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ealjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5353345280983749839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ealjournal.blogspot.com/2009/03/angie-something-that-i-though-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6688344790885381406/posts/default/5353345280983749839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6688344790885381406/posts/default/5353345280983749839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ealjournal.blogspot.com/2009/03/angie-something-that-i-though-of.html' title='ANGIE, Something that I though of subconciously.'/><author><name>3@rN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03330470758854083471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6688344790885381406.post-2093397949086036044</id><published>2009-03-17T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T04:09:33.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A long dissapearance of life..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Longing to hear the sweet serenade of your voice..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly,I apologize to all the readers of this blog. I know its been a long period of time since my last post. Truth is I am quite busy and life isn't going on the track I want it to be so now I have to guide it there. I will try my best to update it as frequent as possible. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To come to think of it, my blog isn't fancy and all like others ,It actually kinda DULL since its all words,no pictures but words could actually triggers your imagination =D. So bear with the monotonous atmosphere and let out your imagination. (I will try to upload some pictures. If I know how that is).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Problems will always be there, Don't flee, Face it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dawn of the next day will bring great peril to my motivation. Sitting on the cooled chairs in class. Facing what I fear most. The inability to work on the term paper. A horrible feeling which will freezes sweat into icicle as it dribbles down  my blood-drained face. Truly Atrocious. Well, look at it in at a more optimistic way, It won't last forever and this horror will eventually end. Just hope I can survive it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When you're gone, I am Alone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of School-mares and let's curve a smile. Too bad I cant =(. Recently, its the national school's term break. Damn that. A week of emptiness. My daily fuel which keeps me pumped up and highly determine has just fade away lately. The voice which prevents me being lost from labyrinthine mind. The face which gives me a reason for school. Lost. Demoralize. Dispirited. Awaiting for your return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aah, nothing interesting happened in school so nothing worth writing about. Just hope all this will end painlessly and games carnival here I come. =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all for now. I know it's kind of short but life's been such a bore so blame it on the events that aren't happening yet and hope it happens. That way I have way freakin' more to write. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calcium Carbonate. Best Compound Ever! &gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try puttin' up better post after her return and this Mind-blowing, Arse-hurting, Brain-shocking, Finger-twisting and Head-numbing Examination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Express all your love before time come across it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile always =). !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6688344790885381406-2093397949086036044?l=ealjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ealjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2093397949086036044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ealjournal.blogspot.com/2009/03/long-dissapearance-of-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6688344790885381406/posts/default/2093397949086036044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6688344790885381406/posts/default/2093397949086036044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ealjournal.blogspot.com/2009/03/long-dissapearance-of-life.html' title='A long dissapearance of life..'/><author><name>3@rN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03330470758854083471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6688344790885381406.post-4413772766987285873</id><published>2009-02-14T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T07:42:06.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Won't Be The Last Of It...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We are only human, don't try t&lt;/span&gt;o &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;be perfect, try to be your best&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovers holding their hands, cuddle each other comfortably with warmth. Giving each other smiles that could stamp an imprint to their memory of this day. I was envy. But I know I wasn't ready for such things. So I shall wait. And hopefully it would happen someday soon. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first valentine's gift to another person. That's how much you meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was unsatisfied. Wasn't able to present it to her in person. But I'll make it up to her.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not the end of it yet, girl =)....&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-style: italic;"&gt;Our life has always been a race against time, Befriend time for it is precious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6688344790885381406-4413772766987285873?l=ealjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ealjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4413772766987285873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ealjournal.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-wont-be-last-of-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6688344790885381406/posts/default/4413772766987285873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6688344790885381406/posts/default/4413772766987285873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ealjournal.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-wont-be-last-of-it.html' title='This Won&apos;t Be The Last Of It...'/><author><name>3@rN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03330470758854083471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6688344790885381406.post-7338241685238848372</id><published>2009-02-12T00:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T01:06:41.044-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Am I too obsessed? Or I just want to have a chance to Love her..'/><title type='text'>Obsession? Or Just The Will To Love Someone That Makes Our Mind Confused</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The choices that we make effects others around us....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Looking at the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;vast blue sky. Clouds hover above my head. I see birds singing to the trees. As the wind break the branch of Gaia's wonder. Falling upon my shoulders. Me. Sitting on a cement bench. Observation the great beauty of a simple field. Feeling the simplicity and calmness of nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was given a chance to speak to her. Able to listen to her amazing voice. Her giggle which became a serenade to my mind. Am I obsess or just falling in love? Truthfully,I do not know it myself. All I know now that I am blinded, and she is the only visual image I have. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I just can't help it. I can't think straight for now. She occupies every space of my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she's the only white rose in a bushes of red roses filled with skin-piercing thorns, I would pick her up ignoring the pain that I would apply on myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first gift to someone on Valentine's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cupid Have Pierced My Heart With Its Arrow,Giving Me The Sight Of  Love.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neptune out~ =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6688344790885381406-7338241685238848372?l=ealjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ealjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7338241685238848372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ealjournal.blogspot.com/2009/02/obsession-or-just-will-to-love-someone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6688344790885381406/posts/default/7338241685238848372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6688344790885381406/posts/default/7338241685238848372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ealjournal.blogspot.com/2009/02/obsession-or-just-will-to-love-someone.html' title='Obsession? Or Just The Will To Love Someone That Makes Our Mind Confused'/><author><name>3@rN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03330470758854083471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6688344790885381406.post-3967008235649846902</id><published>2009-02-11T01:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T02:45:30.160-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Temptation to kiss you adorable cheeks...'/><title type='text'>Inspirations,An Element That Makes Us Alive...The Passion That Burns In Our Heart To Love Someone</title><content type='html'>Your Every Smile Gives Me Life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Everyone!!! I am just back from Homwoarkston. Don't search for it. It is so obvious it doesn't exist in this world. Been a long time since I update my blog, have a lot of homework and stuff to do. Did you know that if I stack all my homework together its as tall as my desk?, and my desk ain't short. O.o. Can you imagine that?? Erghh. Life in the new campus have been extremely challenging. Oh well, Its my decision and I have no regrets. Just need to slack lesser. xD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My class. The atmosphere is tense and geniuses compete violently to gain the top title. Scoring marks beyond my standards. Or am I just dumb? No,I am not. I am just not clever enough. Sometimes strange thoughs lingers in my mind saying if I am only a mere human what are they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, So far school have been un&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;eventful. No strange or weird phenomena happened. No exciting news. No love stories. Just ordinary books with a respected human standing in front of us giving lectures of knowledge which is a fatigue to the mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demotivated. Finding a goal. Needs Inspirations not Competitions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My academic performance have been terrible and this has create a major impact to my studies. I can't focus thinking only that I will fail again. Struggling each day to speed up my mind to absorb the knowledge. Was never a fast learner. Thus, Creating stress and despair. I never plan nor even think of giving up. All I ever need is to know my great educationist have &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FAITH&lt;/span&gt; in me. This will be an influential motivation for me to achieve and strive for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just need you to believe in me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough distress and sorrows of my academic life. I have more frustrations in store for me. 2 more days to Valentine's day. I have not prepared any gifts for my adored one. Making my heart pump every liter of  frustration to my brain. I just hope I manage to get them in time to present it to her, or I don't think I can live for another day. Each glimpse of her smile just makes me harder to resist the temptation to cuddle her in my arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love makes you say and do ridiculous things regardless the consequences&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I really want to go to Jason Mraz's concert on 4th of March. Sadly, I don't have a partner to go with and going there alone will make me the most miserable thing alive. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason Mraz is an idol to me. Truly a phenomenal individual. His music brings peace to my soul. Letting us tasting the harmony of life leaving the adversity and hardship behind. To me, He is the best musician I have ever known. I strongly oppose those who criticizes his music for they are simpleton. An amazing human being who have gave me inspiration and colors to my monotonous life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God Give Us The Will To Complete Each Day With Happiness In Our Hearts....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Venus Out ~~ xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6688344790885381406-3967008235649846902?l=ealjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ealjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3967008235649846902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ealjournal.blogspot.com/2009/02/inspirationsan-element-that-makes-us.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6688344790885381406/posts/default/3967008235649846902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6688344790885381406/posts/default/3967008235649846902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ealjournal.blogspot.com/2009/02/inspirationsan-element-that-makes-us.html' title='Inspirations,An Element That Makes Us Alive...The Passion That Burns In Our Heart To Love Someone'/><author><name>3@rN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03330470758854083471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6688344790885381406.post-5915791124848678340</id><published>2009-02-04T00:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T03:00:34.756-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='save the cheerleader'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='save the formula xD'/><title type='text'>Love is never blind, We are the one blinding ourselves with the will of love. ( Hot new Hero &gt;=D )</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The second I saw you I know you are the One.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Today's whether was not fine at all. Its gloomy and emo-ish. I predicted it would rain and it kinda did. Holy Zeus! I am Angela Petrelli, I can see the future except I am young and totally hot without wrinkles. Not saying that I am a girl, just that if &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; am Angela I would be so much &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HOTTER&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. OK. Enough forecasting about whether and telling you how hot I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IF &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am Angela Petrelli, time for more serious business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save The Cheerleader, Save The World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I almost forgot.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Save The Formula, Save The World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;OK. I will seriously stop now =P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have approximately 9 more days. I don't think I can make it anymore. I need you, I need your hand to hold and let me through such sorrows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. I am not dying. Just being abit more dramatic. 10 more days is the death date of Valentine for the sake of love. I think that's how the story goes, not exactly sure. But anyways, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;this very day shall be remembered by all for a man sacrifices his life for love and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(the lecture goes on)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Sadly,&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;that day lies on a Saturday this year, meaning&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I can't give her a gift on the exact Valentine's Day. Sadness flow into my eyes and the sorrows comes out of it as tears. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But look at the brighter side of life, I can give her something a day in advance.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; Smiles happily&lt;/span&gt;. =). So basically I have 9 days to prepare something for her. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Things &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;we do for love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh yea, I almost forgot. I must say Thank You from the very bottom of my heart to Angie,(officially nicknamed by me)&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;The number dudette&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; (NOTE:DO NOT USE THIS NICKNAME IN FRONT OF HER FOR SHE DON'T KNOW IT YET AND IT'S NOT YET ACCEPTED BY HER)&lt;/span&gt;. She help me on some maths question which I've been cracking my head for the whole night. Although its a small matter to you, but it totally spare me big time so THANKS xD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To: ARDI. I am so sorry Ardi for not able to make it for tennis today. My greatest apology to my Amigo, Ardi de Infinito. I will totally make it up to you tommorow. P.S, I've already packed my stuff so no worries. =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing nice happened today in school, I wish I could tell her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A short poem I want to dedicate to her(written originally by me) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Without YOU I am like a fire without is heat,&lt;br /&gt;                                                     &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Without YOU I am like Earth without trees,&lt;br /&gt;                                                     &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I hope YOU would accept,&lt;br /&gt;                                                     &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;For YOU give me a will to live each day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;                                                    &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Putting my sorrows at bay,&lt;br /&gt;                                                   &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;This love shall not fade,&lt;br /&gt;                                                    &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;As long as I see YOUR pretty face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope she could read this. For my cowardliness restrict me to say this to her. haha. But I meant every word =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;May God bless us all every day~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mars Out~ xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ATTENTION: THERE HAVE BEEN A SLIGHT RETARDATION OF COLOUR ON THIS POST SO I APOLOGIZE FOR THE INCONVENIENCE OF READING IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6688344790885381406-5915791124848678340?l=ealjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ealjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5915791124848678340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ealjournal.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-is-never-blind-we-are-one-blinding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6688344790885381406/posts/default/5915791124848678340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6688344790885381406/posts/default/5915791124848678340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ealjournal.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-is-never-blind-we-are-one-blinding.html' title='Love is never blind, We are the one blinding ourselves with the will of love. ( Hot new Hero &gt;=D )'/><author><name>3@rN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03330470758854083471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6688344790885381406.post-4748279359952103797</id><published>2009-02-03T00:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T02:10:19.397-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The thin line between love and hate is ours to draw~'/><title type='text'>Time To stand on my OWN and approach...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Today is the beginning of school from a week of holiday. Darn tired. There goes my slacking time. The first though that came into my half-awaken head was "DAIM!!,I bluddy hate school,Its going to be darn-arse boring,Sh*t why can't school like start in the afternoon and ends at 3". yawns. Carries my big lazy butt to the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That though is typical to me in the morning. I mean I really dislike school and with morning crankiness, I seriously can't help it. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a refreshing bath, My head lighten up and I transform into Energetic Earn!! &gt;=D.YEah!! and said "school gon' be GREAT!". Though it didn't last long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first step into school. Such cold breeze brushes against my face as I walk up the stone stairs. OK. Totally being too dramatic. Off i go to my classroom,put my bags,ya-daa ya-daa ya-daa...suddenly I was in the avenue. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning assembly. Sh*Ttiest time of the day, also the most &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;heart-throbbing &lt;/span&gt;moments of every weekdays morning. Why? Simply because I don't have a so-called SmartCard and I will get fined 5 Bucks by the Black Coats. But i ain't that stupid, always have a plan prepared. =D. Well, to those Black Coats who read this blog, you can catch me and I would be happy to pay you 5 bucks for charity and viewing. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the day goes on uneventfully, Boring as ever, Spent 130 bucks on Chem and Business Std books. Crap. There goes my allowance savings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. School is not all that bad. There was a slight moment which somehow brighten up my day. It was lunch at 1.30. *I think I should be less specific, but I love being specific so I can't help it =D*. I was walking through the corridor and I saw two Black Coats talking to a bunch of kids. No they weren't fining them =D, just talking I guess. So I just wanted to walk up the stairs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; then One of the Black Coats called me. *suspence song*. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I stared at her with pure&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;defiance &lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Note: This particular phrase is for dramatic effect only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I stare at her with defiance? She is so nice to me and not to mention she said "Hi". So happy. =D. She told me to get the Deathnote or Lastnote which was written by Albert . Then there she was, the maiden from my dreams. She had a stream of beautiful hair, I was so tempted to touch it. LOL. Too Romantic. =P. But I was too frustrated from maths class, telling her how pretty her hair was just slip off my burning mind. Stupid MATHS!!!!.Arghh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the rest of the day was super dull,Nothing happened, Loaded with Homework. My Brain was trying to reboot. Soon, The day ends. So I am here typing this thing which have nothing to do with the title. Its basically what happen today. So there goes my first post of this blog and I hope you enjoyed it as I will try update it daily or occasionally 2-3 day a post. Depends on my busy-O-Meter. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earth Out~ xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Attention: There may not be any photos here yet but I will try upload it when  I get my camera,which will be very soon..&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6688344790885381406-4748279359952103797?l=ealjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ealjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4748279359952103797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ealjournal.blogspot.com/2009/02/time-to-stand-on-my-own-and-approach.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6688344790885381406/posts/default/4748279359952103797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6688344790885381406/posts/default/4748279359952103797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ealjournal.blogspot.com/2009/02/time-to-stand-on-my-own-and-approach.html' title='Time To stand on my OWN and approach...'/><author><name>3@rN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03330470758854083471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
