<?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-6766468861384976011</id><updated>2011-12-04T07:49:29.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living A Lie</title><subtitle type='html'>Growing up is not easy...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6766468861384976011/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Janey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14895602053279320527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVEY3J8cNtI/AAAAAAAAAA4/h-dOoD3MNyo/S220/DSC00140.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6766468861384976011.post-5270887199583999258</id><published>2011-12-04T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T07:49:29.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Past</title><content type='html'>Someone found this blog and I feel a little bit embarrassed but what the hell... This is all my past. Whatever you have read here, it's all in the past. I found out that I was a little naive. and probably still am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out with Anthea today. Goodness, I miss her so much and gotta catch up with her. haha. Wish we could like hang longer but I have to go back and she have a date with her family. haih... but PAVILION is soooo pretty with all those Christmas Decos. Crap, I didn't snap a picture! but I think Anthea has it. *finger crossed* I hope she'll blog it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't probably update this sooo often because I have TWITTER! That's my new blog now and I'm lovin' it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do wish to go home for Christmas... if only life was a little bit fair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6766468861384976011-5270887199583999258?l=illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/feeds/5270887199583999258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/2011/12/past.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6766468861384976011/posts/default/5270887199583999258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6766468861384976011/posts/default/5270887199583999258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/2011/12/past.html' title='The Past'/><author><name>Janey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14895602053279320527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVEY3J8cNtI/AAAAAAAAAA4/h-dOoD3MNyo/S220/DSC00140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6766468861384976011.post-955737643393914133</id><published>2011-03-11T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T10:22:43.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uneasy and annoyed</title><content type='html'>It's lent but I still can't get the uneasiness and feelings of annoyed in me.&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I think, it's better to avoid you or ignore you than knowing that I hated the attention, 'cos it's only gonna make the situation worst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There are several situation where I will feel annoyed =.="&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1. When some stranger call me or someone who I barely know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2. When someone's acting pretty weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3. When someone treat you nicely and the next day they don't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;4. When people are suppose to show some kindness and they don't (customer service in KL are BAD!!!!urgh, I hate the people here!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;5. When nothing goes right in a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;6. When I keep forgetting things everywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;7. When the people around me talk loudly and like they want to tell the whole world but the whole world doesn't need to know your story la... (sometimes, we don't understand what they're talking about.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;8. When the driver is not signaling before turning to left or right... HOI! Pedestrians need cross the road, boneheads!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ya.. I'm feel so wrong somehow and I need to stop feeling this way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6766468861384976011-955737643393914133?l=illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/feeds/955737643393914133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/2011/03/uneasy-and-annoyed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6766468861384976011/posts/default/955737643393914133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6766468861384976011/posts/default/955737643393914133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/2011/03/uneasy-and-annoyed.html' title='Uneasy and annoyed'/><author><name>Janey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14895602053279320527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVEY3J8cNtI/AAAAAAAAAA4/h-dOoD3MNyo/S220/DSC00140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6766468861384976011.post-5621715777619695240</id><published>2011-03-08T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T09:15:34.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ASH Wednesday</title><content type='html'>I think I am able to stand up without thinking about you... and think more about Him. He makes my days worth living for.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today is Ash Wednesday where the fasting, almsgiving and more praying begins. I don't do fasting because I live to eat. I don't do almsgiving because I'm not a saint. (I know, I know, you don't have to be a saint to give back to the community but still, I couldn't do it, even if I want to.) Praying is something that I probably do everyday. Pray at heart that everything's gonna be OK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now I pray "Lord, I pray so that this lent will be a lesson for me and I will remember to fast, give and pray. O God, I also pray so that I may be able to fast especially for my addiction which is on FB. I may be able to be a strong person and that I know that I can rely on myself."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a long time since I've update this thing. 'til the next one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;boring right, stop reading la...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6766468861384976011-5621715777619695240?l=illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/feeds/5621715777619695240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/2011/03/ash-wednesday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6766468861384976011/posts/default/5621715777619695240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6766468861384976011/posts/default/5621715777619695240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/2011/03/ash-wednesday.html' title='ASH Wednesday'/><author><name>Janey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14895602053279320527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVEY3J8cNtI/AAAAAAAAAA4/h-dOoD3MNyo/S220/DSC00140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6766468861384976011.post-3857533586918192471</id><published>2011-01-26T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T09:02:47.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i have to tell myself... this is just a stupid dilemma.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:18.0pt"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I hate the fact that you don’t eat vegetable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I hate your single eye-lid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I hate it when you weight less than me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I hate when you have that stupid smile on your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I hate that you became my partner and have to bloody work with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I hate when I always think about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I hate the way you talk with a slow tone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I hate when you copy my jokes... oi, teda idea lain ka?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I hate you when you don’t even give a damn about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Alast, eventho’ there’s so many things I hate about you, I hate it truthfully I was falling head over heels over you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Shit... I hate myself falling for you, you pathetic creature.&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/6766468861384976011-3857533586918192471?l=illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/feeds/3857533586918192471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-have-to-tell-myself-this-is-just.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6766468861384976011/posts/default/3857533586918192471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6766468861384976011/posts/default/3857533586918192471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-have-to-tell-myself-this-is-just.html' title='i have to tell myself... this is just a stupid dilemma.'/><author><name>Janey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14895602053279320527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVEY3J8cNtI/AAAAAAAAAA4/h-dOoD3MNyo/S220/DSC00140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6766468861384976011.post-8362275435571804761</id><published>2010-11-04T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T07:50:16.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MALAS!!!!</title><content type='html'>I am one of the laziest girl in the world in updating a blog... it's one freaking blog and I couldn't even update a word. Some people have more than one which is totally insane for me... :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So why do I keep a blog when I don't really have the time to update it? Well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;1. Because most people have it so I thought I should to... (unacceptable, I know)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;2. I like to update myself. sometimes. well make that one in a blue moon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;3. Well, I like writing out my feelings out. Writing, not typing. Before I thought it was thesame. hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;4. no further comments...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to my life... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's study week. Since I deactivated my FB for a lil' while I thought that I should update my blog... but it's been 1 week and ++ since I deactivated it and I only update my blog now. Duh... so lazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so here's a summary of my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;1. I got a braces. did I tell you that? no.. well yea I got it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;2. I manage to find time to do all my assignments during the last minute period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;3. I went for CSSUPM Annual Camp and didn't go back for Raya holiday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;4. Looking forward for end-semester holiday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;5. Learned how to play Tennis... now I can be just like Ana Ivanovic. (in my dreamsla)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;6. Chose Broadcasting as a major.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;7. Went to PARAMORE concert!!!!! OMG, it was supernaturally awesome!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;8. Slept at the airport waiting for E and V's flight home. I miss them already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;9. Became a Cell Group Coordinator for CSSUPM Exco 2010/2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;10. Got a crush on someone but somehow I know as time pass by, this feeling will go away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;11. Fell in love with Fairy Tail anime. ngheee....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all... till the next blue moon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6766468861384976011-8362275435571804761?l=illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/feeds/8362275435571804761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/2010/11/malas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6766468861384976011/posts/default/8362275435571804761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6766468861384976011/posts/default/8362275435571804761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/2010/11/malas.html' title='MALAS!!!!'/><author><name>Janey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14895602053279320527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVEY3J8cNtI/AAAAAAAAAA4/h-dOoD3MNyo/S220/DSC00140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6766468861384976011.post-5758485592307067726</id><published>2010-08-29T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T02:14:31.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the 8th week...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Lazy to upload the photos 'cos the line here super suck...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#66CCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;What I've been through this week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#66CCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;1. Last-minute assignment &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;(and then got scold by the lecturer about the front page. I did as simple as I could and she scold me 'cos didn't write which semester I'm at... &lt;i&gt;come on lah&lt;/i&gt;,you didn't tell us at first so it's your fault, not us! yes, it's 'us'. I think all of us didn't write but I was scolded the most. I don't think the lecturer like me very much, well, right back at her.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt; Ef-fing labuh!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#66CCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;2. Went to KL again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;(why I stated here, 'again'. because almost every week ... urm, no. Every week, I went to KL. When I was in highschool, I always say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;''oh, I want to go to KL again.... bla bla''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt; Well, I guess I got my wish then. It's SALE time so I suggest you should to go to KL to shop around)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt; with Chriz, Val, and Malisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#66CCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#66CCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/THoiWVrwGKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/iXMFORhO4g8/s320/kama5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510754861214341282" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I feel like the "king" of KL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;3. Had cultural mass with CSSUPM at St. Anne's chapel. It was super awesome! I had fun and gone home with a full stomach. There are still lots of foods left. The food was awesome 'cos I'm hungry and big possibilities because it's blessed. Wore punjabs attire and danced sumazau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#66CCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/THoiW8asMLI/AAAAAAAAAQU/dw_KfwadL-o/s320/47674_109806389077297_100001438094593_80462_5174774_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510754871611764914" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Half of the family...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#66CCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;4. Woke up in the evening 2 days in a row... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;(mentang-mentang la cuti kan. I feel so awful 'cos sleeping is not why I'm here for!!! Sometimes I hate myself for being so lazy) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6766468861384976011-5758485592307067726?l=illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/feeds/5758485592307067726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/2010/08/8th-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6766468861384976011/posts/default/5758485592307067726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6766468861384976011/posts/default/5758485592307067726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/2010/08/8th-week.html' title='the 8th week...'/><author><name>Janey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14895602053279320527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVEY3J8cNtI/AAAAAAAAAA4/h-dOoD3MNyo/S220/DSC00140.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/THoiWVrwGKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/iXMFORhO4g8/s72-c/kama5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6766468861384976011.post-7213131083184027199</id><published>2010-08-20T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T09:28:20.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi... Long Time No SEE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/TG6qhN7V_AI/AAAAAAAAAQE/gFhPQ0cfL10/s1600/Photo(1894).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So what happens after Christmas? Did Janey got hit by a car and fall into a comma? or got abducted by aliens from Pluto? or probably DIED??? oh noooo... She's just too effing lazy to go and type something here...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I read some blogs and I heard people tell me that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;"wah, it's been a long time since I didn't blog. I better blog now."&lt;/span&gt; You know, I have that same feeling but everytime I think about it I just go like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"later... later."&lt;/span&gt; It's like I have &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;tonnes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of better things to do then blog. I do... but to think about it, if you only take about &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;30 mins &lt;/span&gt;to blog(minus the editing), it won't &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;jeopardize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; your whole schedule right. I have problems with committing into blogging or even write a diary. Just want to write when I want to. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHY AM I TELLING ALL THIS??? It's not like I have readers anymore. Whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, this is what actually happen to me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Graduated from Labuan Matriculation College with a 3.51 CGPA on Accountancy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Stay at home...then decided to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Went to work for Pizza Hut Suria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Quit after 2 weeks of working&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Lazying around the house and finishing all the foods - I love to eat =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Got a letter of acceptance to University Putra Malaysia (my dream university) doing Bachelor     of Communications      (not really what I was hoping to get)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. having dilemma of whether I should go or not...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. After all those s***ty dilemmas, I went... for UPM!!! (YEAH!) B.Comm(erm, not really)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Came late for registration. Missed 2 days of orientation. Heheh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. So far so good? more updates...coming down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. Liking UPM. Went for the orientation....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/TG6qhN7V_AI/AAAAAAAAAQE/gFhPQ0cfL10/s320/Photo(1894).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507526881971665922" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;The 2010 batch of UPM Students&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. Extra-curricular activity?.. Catholic Student Society UPM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. Life goes on with classes and... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. College activity... won third place for Academic race.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. Merentas campus... (Cross-Campus). Let's jog for a healthy life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh and...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. DOGATHON 2010!!!! super awesome event by the Vet students of UPM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll post photos again... not now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6766468861384976011-7213131083184027199?l=illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/feeds/7213131083184027199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/2010/08/hi-long-time-no-see.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6766468861384976011/posts/default/7213131083184027199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6766468861384976011/posts/default/7213131083184027199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/2010/08/hi-long-time-no-see.html' title='Hi... Long Time No SEE?'/><author><name>Janey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14895602053279320527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVEY3J8cNtI/AAAAAAAAAA4/h-dOoD3MNyo/S220/DSC00140.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/TG6qhN7V_AI/AAAAAAAAAQE/gFhPQ0cfL10/s72-c/Photo(1894).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6766468861384976011.post-6984035674341079144</id><published>2009-12-26T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T19:10:20.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The After-Christmas</title><content type='html'>Despite all the things that I felt during Christmas, Jesus Christ is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so I felt bad during Christmas but I found out that I'm not the only one. When I was roaming around the city on Christmas day, my mom's friend lost his dad on that day. It was such a sad tragedy. People celebrate Christmas but his whole family grief for the old man's death. It was not long ago, his mother also passed away, I think it was about 2 months ago. And, I saw his dad. He was healthy and a very friendly old man. I can't believe he's gone now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I no longer feel like shit. 'Cos whatever it is, I still have my family together living under the same roof on Christmas day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to move on... eventho' our loved ones gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas and a blessed New Year 2010.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6766468861384976011-6984035674341079144?l=illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/feeds/6984035674341079144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/2009/12/after-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6766468861384976011/posts/default/6984035674341079144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6766468861384976011/posts/default/6984035674341079144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/2009/12/after-christmas.html' title='The After-Christmas'/><author><name>Janey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14895602053279320527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVEY3J8cNtI/AAAAAAAAAA4/h-dOoD3MNyo/S220/DSC00140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6766468861384976011.post-2508962921902291462</id><published>2009-12-24T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T11:11:15.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas...</title><content type='html'>I'm posting this, maybe because I'm not ready to go to sleep yet. It's christmas and sadly not snowing. Snow never wants to get near this country... I wonder why???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is christmas. Whether you feel like it's coming or not, it's here. I have a friend who wonder "why do I feel that Christmas is not coming?". I ask myself that too... a lot. I don't know why I feel like disappearing from everything today. It's Christmas and it's one of those times where you share your love among your whole family and friends. It's a sad thing that I don't feel that this year. I even turn down my friend's invitation to celebrate Christmas with her and the others. It's not that I don't want to but... it's just that... I just felt that I have to stick with my family, especially my mother during this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was not a very good Christmas eve. Christmas eve is about preparing for the Lord's coming. For Jesus to be born. Instead of that, I heard my mom and dad fought. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't cry because I was so mad or maybe because my brother was beside me and he just went off after that locking with loud songs playing in his bedroom. I'm sure somehow he's depress also. My mom didn't go to church for Christmas eve. And I didn't go to church just now. I always go to church on Christmas eve. I guess this year is different. I'm so sorry Lord. Forgive my sins. I'm so sorry Anthea for making you look for me in the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a challenge that I have to endure, eventho' I feel like disappearing. -Janey on Christmas-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6766468861384976011-2508962921902291462?l=illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/feeds/2508962921902291462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6766468861384976011/posts/default/2508962921902291462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6766468861384976011/posts/default/2508962921902291462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas...'/><author><name>Janey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14895602053279320527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVEY3J8cNtI/AAAAAAAAAA4/h-dOoD3MNyo/S220/DSC00140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6766468861384976011.post-5884676773345463762</id><published>2009-10-27T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T04:28:10.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't really know what to do these few days. Everyday is so... boring. I mean no homework, outdoor activities, no hangout places...and no money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Yes, I'm broke. I withdraw my last college allowance last week when I was out with my girls. Well, I still have some left in my pocket but yeah, I don't think it's gonna last. I'm such a waste. My family is in this financial problem and all I do is spend!!! Shit. I gotta hold in. I can't tell my dad 'cos I know he'll be furious about it. I told my mom and she didn't give any reaction at all (that's why I told her). &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I'm so bored.... but this is what holidays are about right? No worries, nothing educational going on except when you study which is totally out for me (I've had enough of torture). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I want a dog. My dog died when I was away studying in college. So I want a dog...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I have this assignment which are requested by people-who-I-don't-really-know a.k.a strangers about music sheets that they ask for. Well, I'm trying to do it... the problem is my theory in music is really bad so I don't know how to do any music scores. I will try to do it without any music annotations or expressions. Just notes will be fine. I wanted to do a tutorial but... if only someone can help me hold the camera. Forget it, I'm not going to expose myself to any video anymore. It's ridiculous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My holiday is like this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Gossip girl &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Heroes Season 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Sally's Spa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Machinarium&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Machinarium is an amazing adventure game. My brother made me install this and I love it. The view is awe-inspiring!!! I love the animation... I can't put it in words but hey, there's always pictures. The person who made this game is pretty much a genius. I ADORE YOUR ARTWORK whoever you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SubXu-hthiI/AAAAAAAAAP0/IMBGssei7oc/s320/Machinarium3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397238405508466210" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm currently stuck here. Sucks much?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SubYX-RoJlI/AAAAAAAAAP8/FPIY4lwQsAs/s320/Machinarium1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397239109815641682" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where it started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You can google it to see more cool views of it. It's a good game. Works for the brain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6766468861384976011-5884676773345463762?l=illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/feeds/5884676773345463762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/2009/10/holidays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6766468861384976011/posts/default/5884676773345463762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6766468861384976011/posts/default/5884676773345463762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/2009/10/holidays.html' title='holidays'/><author><name>Janey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14895602053279320527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVEY3J8cNtI/AAAAAAAAAA4/h-dOoD3MNyo/S220/DSC00140.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SubXu-hthiI/AAAAAAAAAP0/IMBGssei7oc/s72-c/Machinarium3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6766468861384976011.post-2896726729026307795</id><published>2009-10-21T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T09:26:14.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back. Alleluia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Oh hey, nice to ran into my boring yet I would say nice blog... sheesh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Actually right now, I'm not in that &lt;b&gt;mood&lt;/b&gt; to... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;what do you call that??? oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; BLOGGING... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;shuush, I don't want anyone to know I had a brain damage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; But I decided to do it anyway. Better now than never, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What have I been doing when I'm not spending my time typing silly utterings in this site?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;First, my exam is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;!!!! The 1st semester exam. It was ... so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;"not that good"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt; 'til I can't even spill a word about it. hee... Just kidding. Well, I think I did not spent my study week that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;wisely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt; but I did study everyday with a little eye nourishment once in a day. I know, I'm the worse but I just can't spend my waking hours just to put my eye in front of books and notes everyday! It is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;unhuman&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt; to do that, atleast for me. Here's a statement on each of my papers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;English P.1 - cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Maths P.1 - o.k?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Maths P.2 - Gwahh??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;English P.2 - Ummph...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Economy - Hm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Business Management - grrr...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Account - imbalance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Wel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;l, what do you think? I know most of them are not even statement because they're not even words. It's because itissobloodyawfulican'tevenstateit. Sorry, you have to read that slowly. I was a little disappointed because now I know I'll gain fats during holidays but not waiting for any 4-flats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;It has been so hard in Matriculation College. It's all about study, rules and sports... I don't even have time for arts. I have time but it was stolen from all those shit-study time. Mind my language. Now, I can't even feel my middle toe. I wonder why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So the past is past but the future couldn't get any worse....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;My friends and I, planned to go for picnic at the beach and yeah, we were all happy that we could &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;release&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; our stress. We didn't see anything coming. Anything like... our lecturers will lecture us at the beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; I was so f***ed up to see and hear their f-ing lecture about the whole beach thing was a bad idea!!! Bunch of a**es trying to ruin our evening! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;His lecture was about short pants... why we shouldn't wear short pants and why we couldn't wear them there. &lt;/span&gt;"This is a malay place, you can't dress like that here."&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; something like that... so if tourists wear like that, are you going to lecture them?? They are like so retarded. I almost fight my words to one of the lecturers and if my friends haven't stop me, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I could've won... &lt;/span&gt;yeah, right... so much for my boast act. The reason I fought because I can't stand he involved religion and whatever his talk about the bible. Does he even read the bible for anyone's sake? &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003333;"&gt;If you don't read the bible, you don't talk about it or it's content&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003333;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; I'm sorry to say, he is a muslim. And, &lt;b&gt;I'm not anti-muslim&lt;/b&gt; but this is just too much. I hate the way they control things but I &lt;b&gt;don't hate them.&lt;/b&gt; That is all I like to comment. It will take a whole night typing about things that aren't necessary for you to read. Actually, why do I even bother typing that? see, I'm doing it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Our so-called release-stress day is not even close. It changes to building-stress day and it's not over.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;We got into another trouble. Going home late and lying to the guard and getting out without permission or even any wise reasons. It's a pain that we get to see the lecturer who gave us the talk about "how the beach can kill us". It's stupid I know. We got another lecture from a different lecturer and then he let us go. Why couldn't they just make it a school day so we will hear lectures every hour. urgh... But thank God, he let us go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;That was on 19th October 2009, a history for us in that college.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;Yesterday was ok... No trouble. Just another ordinary day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;Today, the four of us (me, Emelia, Mizie and Van) went home using flight and we had our breakfast at mcD's. The journey was worth it 'cos I'm not tired at all. My mum brought me to Karamunsing to look for something she needs to buy and... guess what I did? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I donated my own O positive blood to the Likas Hospital!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I was so eager to go. I mean, I wanted to donate my blood since my age allows me to. I was so excited. The mood went away when I saw the big needle that is going into my arm!!! I wanted to cry if it hurts but it didn't. I was safe. haha. I don't have any visual of me sitting there letting my blood flows but I have proofs. Here you are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/St8xrgjD6_I/AAAAAAAAAPE/h1cTbkNEArA/s320/DSC00596.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395085502154271730" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My blood donor book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/St8xr5GnM4I/AAAAAAAAAPM/YJ1gI6nBxNM/s320/DSC00597.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395085508745835394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My first donation!!!! hee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/St8xsbiJVYI/AAAAAAAAAPU/CuDCLfSUqQU/s320/DSC00581.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395085517988124034" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The hand that might save a life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/St8xs_fMM3I/AAAAAAAAAPc/3Q073LiESNk/s320/DSC00583.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395085527639405426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The wound.. the red one not the black mole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;So HEY!! GO DONATE, SAVING A LIFE IS WORTH IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;No, I didn't feel dizzy or nauseous or sick right now but my arm hurt. Must be from the wound.&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/6766468861384976011-2896726729026307795?l=illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/feeds/2896726729026307795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-back-alleluia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6766468861384976011/posts/default/2896726729026307795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6766468861384976011/posts/default/2896726729026307795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-back-alleluia.html' title='I&apos;m back. Alleluia'/><author><name>Janey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14895602053279320527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVEY3J8cNtI/AAAAAAAAAA4/h-dOoD3MNyo/S220/DSC00140.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/St8xrgjD6_I/AAAAAAAAAPE/h1cTbkNEArA/s72-c/DSC00596.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6766468861384976011.post-814113708014050784</id><published>2009-09-30T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T18:18:56.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>unprepared</title><content type='html'>The semester exam is just around the corner... another 10 days perhaps and I haven't prepared a damn thing. Well sure it's my fault but... nevermind &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(it's not worth giving any shit about it) &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;I've decided that I will not never have anything anymore to deal with any shits happening here in Matix &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(unless it's educational).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the fact that I can't control my desire to not satisfy it. Shit a**hole.&lt;br /&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/6766468861384976011-814113708014050784?l=illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/feeds/814113708014050784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/2009/09/unprepared.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6766468861384976011/posts/default/814113708014050784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6766468861384976011/posts/default/814113708014050784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/2009/09/unprepared.html' title='unprepared'/><author><name>Janey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14895602053279320527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVEY3J8cNtI/AAAAAAAAAA4/h-dOoD3MNyo/S220/DSC00140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6766468861384976011.post-4790985116265324947</id><published>2009-09-24T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T07:37:22.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out there</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;This is what happen when "we" go out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;The whole world just starts to collapse. You know what I mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Nah, actually, the world is still standing. I was just exaggerating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;Pictures?? sure..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;We encounter a very heart-melting creature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/Srt2afkkq7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/fAUCyiegp-E/s320/DSC00202.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385027976975133618" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;A goldie retriever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/Srt55oVn0MI/AAAAAAAAAO8/kyq6yCAleoM/s320/DSC00199.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385031810439172290" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;A husky. Not sure if it's a pure blood, I mean it doesn't have the eye color right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;Whatever, what do I know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/Srt2bYRHP-I/AAAAAAAAAOM/c3U6klvqQt0/s1600-h/DSC00206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/Srt2bYRHP-I/AAAAAAAAAOM/c3U6klvqQt0/s320/DSC00206.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385027992194334690" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/Srt2a5M3IiI/AAAAAAAAAOE/UoF0eo-Ibag/s1600-h/DSC00204.JPG" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/Srt2a5M3IiI/AAAAAAAAAOE/UoF0eo-Ibag/s1600-h/DSC00204.JPG" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/Srt2a5M3IiI/AAAAAAAAAOE/UoF0eo-Ibag/s1600-h/DSC00204.JPG" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Pool baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/Srt2cOwy23I/AAAAAAAAAOU/EDrln1WNuCs/s320/DSC00207.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385028006822730610" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;versus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/Srt3Wjyt4VI/AAAAAAAAAOc/DS-B55tJUtM/s320/DSC00214.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385029008900350290" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/Srt3XJbTV5I/AAAAAAAAAOk/ttcygZdIgyU/s320/DSC00220.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385029019002689426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;The audiences... oh, + the camera-girl. I was watching too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;We're not playing 'cos we really suck at this especially me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/Srt3Yc5ZQZI/AAAAAAAAAO0/ScHPcKk-H1Q/s320/DSC00224.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385029041409048978" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;Bunch of hungry people... careful, they'll bite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/Srt3XsZ_VtI/AAAAAAAAAOs/YQrzqtscDos/s1600-h/DSC00316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/Srt3XsZ_VtI/AAAAAAAAAOs/YQrzqtscDos/s320/DSC00316.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385029028392425170" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;Someone is pretty much missing...hmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;There are some other photos I wanna share. It's the B-boy from Korea and of course Sabah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;They were cool alright but I've seen better. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/6766468861384976011-4790985116265324947?l=illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/feeds/4790985116265324947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/2009/09/out-there.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6766468861384976011/posts/default/4790985116265324947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6766468861384976011/posts/default/4790985116265324947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/2009/09/out-there.html' title='Out there'/><author><name>Janey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14895602053279320527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVEY3J8cNtI/AAAAAAAAAA4/h-dOoD3MNyo/S220/DSC00140.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/Srt2afkkq7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/fAUCyiegp-E/s72-c/DSC00202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6766468861384976011.post-8423641304065416900</id><published>2009-09-20T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T03:54:02.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was hoping tomorrow will be a different and a better day with no more waking up at 2 pm and only took bath once in a day and didn't revise anything. So I'll be starting with UZK assignment tomorrow and maybe ask my dad to buy me tickets to go back. I hate my college but I have to go back and finish my challenge there. Running away is never the solution.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictures from Kolej Matrikulasi Labuan:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My tutorial mates&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SrYHm_3ffgI/AAAAAAAAANs/ScGj-jYRMGE/s320/_DSC0068.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383498771128614402" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With our mentor, Madam Norti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SrYHlIX4ZwI/AAAAAAAAANM/iU1LfdqMuD4/s320/DSC09895.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383498739052209922" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sleeping in a lecture?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SrYHmM2IHaI/AAAAAAAAANc/A6t6PKP__S8/s320/DSC00130.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383498757432679842" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;She's not the only one... I've slept too, until my pen fell down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lecture hall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SrYHlt4KwzI/AAAAAAAAANU/4qkFJjgebVM/s320/DSC00019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383498749119742770" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Curl nite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SrYHmh1VeMI/AAAAAAAAANk/-yy0igEzbxo/s1600-h/DSC00142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SrYHmh1VeMI/AAAAAAAAANk/-yy0igEzbxo/s320/DSC00142.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383498763066505410" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have a lot more... but that's about it in here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;bye,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;till i-don't-know-when...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6766468861384976011-8423641304065416900?l=illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/feeds/8423641304065416900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/2009/09/tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6766468861384976011/posts/default/8423641304065416900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6766468861384976011/posts/default/8423641304065416900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/2009/09/tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow'/><author><name>Janey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14895602053279320527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVEY3J8cNtI/AAAAAAAAAA4/h-dOoD3MNyo/S220/DSC00140.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SrYHm_3ffgI/AAAAAAAAANs/ScGj-jYRMGE/s72-c/_DSC0068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6766468861384976011.post-4202333280793056733</id><published>2009-09-20T03:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T03:30:42.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guitar..guitar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;From my definition... guitar is like my food for my mood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm totally miserable right now because... when I got home, guess what I found?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Couldn't put it in words so might as well show you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SrYBcJuthrI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ipLLdRuJdSw/s320/bs1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383491987727812274" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sad...sad.. isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;take a closer look&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SrYCbTMbfUI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Dm5kjhtohv0/s320/DSC00184.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383493072600137026" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's really broken... total misery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SrYDIawWBqI/AAAAAAAAANE/51hOSYGRUNQ/s320/bs2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383493847723935394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I play songs with this instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's my brothers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, the sound is not that good to play acoustics but it'll do since I don't have a proper acoustic guitar. I really hope my guitar will get well soon or else I'll have to do a funeral ceremony for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6766468861384976011-4202333280793056733?l=illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/feeds/4202333280793056733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/2009/09/guitarguitar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6766468861384976011/posts/default/4202333280793056733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6766468861384976011/posts/default/4202333280793056733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/2009/09/guitarguitar.html' title='Guitar..guitar'/><author><name>Janey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14895602053279320527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVEY3J8cNtI/AAAAAAAAAA4/h-dOoD3MNyo/S220/DSC00140.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SrYBcJuthrI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ipLLdRuJdSw/s72-c/bs1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6766468861384976011.post-3248491008023555549</id><published>2009-09-16T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T18:44:21.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>everything is gonna be fine</title><content type='html'>Things that makes me happy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Finally, there's water on the 3rd floor.&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm going home this Friday.&lt;br /&gt;3. Everything is so relax this week.&lt;br /&gt;4. Movies are so much more... wakakak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that makes me unhappy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I didn't know my sister was hospitalize until she was out.&lt;br /&gt;2. Bloody hell, I have a quiz today and I didn't finish my maths tutorial.&lt;br /&gt;3. Final exam is less than 1 months.&lt;br /&gt;4. My speaking test is on the 1st day of study leave. WTH??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above all things that makes you sad, there's always a solution to it. No matter how bad it is and you feel like leaving the world already, there's always something that will give you light. Believe me, I know what that feels like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was that darkest hour of my life where I almost did it. I just feel like letting all of it go. Just let death take me away from this cruel world. I almost did it until I heard "I thought you're stronger than this...". From that day onwards, I tried to look on the bright side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problems are something that can be solve. No matter how big it is, it's small when you get to solve it. Try to be optimistic for a change. God made us invincible to these problems, if not? Why would He even made us the first place if we keep dying because of A problem like we couldn't choose our own shampoo. That's just stupid and God definitely is not stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody is talking bad about you? So what? Just live.&lt;br /&gt;You didn't get good results? So what? Success is not something you try once and get it. So live.&lt;br /&gt;You're broke? So what? Just live...money is negotiable. You're not the worst.&lt;br /&gt;....etc.etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6766468861384976011-3248491008023555549?l=illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/feeds/3248491008023555549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/2009/09/everything-is-gonna-be-fine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6766468861384976011/posts/default/3248491008023555549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6766468861384976011/posts/default/3248491008023555549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/2009/09/everything-is-gonna-be-fine.html' title='everything is gonna be fine'/><author><name>Janey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14895602053279320527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVEY3J8cNtI/AAAAAAAAAA4/h-dOoD3MNyo/S220/DSC00140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6766468861384976011.post-8280001613044101776</id><published>2009-09-09T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T18:57:07.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>facing the crisis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thursday, 10 August 2008 - Labuan Matriculation College is currently facing a major water problem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to blog about this since we had out first water crisis last month. I just had to figure out what kind of expression to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just feel like my whole body is going to shut down if there's zero water and the Timbalan Menteri is not, in his power, doing anything to fix this shitty problem... oops, mind my language.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;This is really awful especially for us students. I mean, final is just around the corner and we spend hours trying to find water and the time is better use for studying. Don't you think? If this is still going on... I don't think everyone is going to excel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;No wonder they call this place... KMhell...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;When we(students) are mad about something in that particular place, we tend to release our feeling towards the place and the people in it... whose in charge. But, I don't want to curse anyone here 'cos I had enough trouble. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;I'm afraid one of my lecturer might read this and I'll be under the surveillance  of the disciplinary section.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Last night, the four of us, went to the hotel just to take a nice bath and wash all our dirty clothes. Which is a waste of time and waste of money. We just had to do that because of the damn water crisis in this college.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6766468861384976011-8280001613044101776?l=illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/feeds/8280001613044101776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/2009/09/facing-crisis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6766468861384976011/posts/default/8280001613044101776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6766468861384976011/posts/default/8280001613044101776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/2009/09/facing-crisis.html' title='facing the crisis'/><author><name>Janey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14895602053279320527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVEY3J8cNtI/AAAAAAAAAA4/h-dOoD3MNyo/S220/DSC00140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6766468861384976011.post-1662777101251020328</id><published>2009-08-25T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T08:46:38.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ventilate it</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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I didn’t blog because I’ve no time to do it. WHY??? Because the college that I go to, Labuan Matriculation College is so freaking annoying with the water problems!!! I somehow hated this college because of one problem. It’s not small... It’s big. I mean we only have like what? 10 months? To finish all our syllabus and get out of this living hell and we have to waste our precious time to carry pails of water to 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; floor every night and day. That’s just... utterly insane. There’s one time we have to look for water at midnight and travel half of the college to finally find it plus carried to pails full of water and clothes... I could have broken my hips that night but thank God, Alleluia, I didn’t.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I’m kinda relieve that it’s not like that anymore... at least for now.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;So Matrix was a whole new adventure which I journey together with my friends from school and meet new people. And, I realize... actually I have longed realize that I’m actually a night person... not a morning person... not even evening. Class starts at 8pm and recently I woke up at 7.45 am... How awful is that? That’s because I stayed up ‘til 4 am. I’m usually the last person to sleep in my room and also the last person to wake up in the morning... In addition, it’s fasting season for the muslims so if I stayed up, and go to sleep, they woke up and eat. I could have join them but nah, I’m too tired. Haha.....&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Oh, and I can’t wait to go home this Friday. I want to hug my mom and tell her that everything will be OK for all of us... I LOVE YOU Mommy and nothing can stop me from loving you eventho’ after all that we’ve been thro’. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6766468861384976011-1662777101251020328?l=illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/feeds/1662777101251020328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/2009/08/ventilate-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6766468861384976011/posts/default/1662777101251020328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6766468861384976011/posts/default/1662777101251020328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/2009/08/ventilate-it.html' title='ventilate it'/><author><name>Janey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14895602053279320527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVEY3J8cNtI/AAAAAAAAAA4/h-dOoD3MNyo/S220/DSC00140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6766468861384976011.post-2492418107533987364</id><published>2009-06-28T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T08:45:26.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adapting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I am adapting myself here in KML. And I have photos!!!&lt;br /&gt;I was lazy to do this but since procrastination is the thief of time so what the heck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SkeIfUcjaRI/AAAAAAAAAL0/NN-k0H46TDQ/s1600-h/Photo%281406%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SkeIfUcjaRI/AAAAAAAAAL0/NN-k0H46TDQ/s320/Photo%281406%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352396753798916370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SkeIfhoEJ3I/AAAAAAAAAL8/ceJ1H8-XrY4/s1600-h/Photo%281407%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SkeIfhoEJ3I/AAAAAAAAAL8/ceJ1H8-XrY4/s320/Photo%281407%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352396757336860530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SkeIf6Hq9_I/AAAAAAAAAME/wxfqIf0fU3c/s1600-h/Photo%281408%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SkeIf6Hq9_I/AAAAAAAAAME/wxfqIf0fU3c/s320/Photo%281408%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352396763911878642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is the views of the college I go to along with other 3000++ students.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Basically...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;this is what happen this week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SkeM0i96SII/AAAAAAAAAMM/2wzlzSgptes/s1600-h/Photo%281421%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SkeM0i96SII/AAAAAAAAAMM/2wzlzSgptes/s320/Photo%281421%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352401516520687746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;we celebrated my birthday...actually I shared with 8 other people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SkeM0-sO7uI/AAAAAAAAAMU/BunL7xyUcTU/s1600-h/Photo%281423%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SkeM0-sO7uI/AAAAAAAAAMU/BunL7xyUcTU/s320/Photo%281423%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352401523962736354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;the aftermath of the celebration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SkeM1CSXL_I/AAAAAAAAAMc/3hYmdvomjJA/s1600-h/Photo%281425%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SkeM1CSXL_I/AAAAAAAAAMc/3hYmdvomjJA/s320/Photo%281425%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352401524927967218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;KaKOM marathon day... Wait... someone is missing. oh it's me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SkeM1dp4NjI/AAAAAAAAAMk/jsaLXyKx-w4/s1600-h/Photo%281426%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SkeM1dp4NjI/AAAAAAAAAMk/jsaLXyKx-w4/s320/Photo%281426%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352401532274357810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Waiting for the runners to arrive, the boys were pretty excited clapping hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SkeM1UhFvWI/AAAAAAAAAMs/8npZ-JHnxx4/s1600-h/Photo%281427%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SkeM1UhFvWI/AAAAAAAAAMs/8npZ-JHnxx4/s320/Photo%281427%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352401529821576546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;After the marathon, we have gathering going on here... After the choir finishes the 2nd song, it was raining heavily... and the marching field is empty. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But from my opinion, I think the choir did a pretty good job. Some people might think that they are the ones who called the rain but nah, I think the choir did well. Not to say anything but maybe the choir will be more powerful if I was in the choir, hahahah.... crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I didn't passed the 1st audition so &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;(stop dreaming Janey!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;There are loads of thought in my mind that I wanted to tell but some things are better left unsaid before anyone gets hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6766468861384976011-2492418107533987364?l=illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/feeds/2492418107533987364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/2009/06/adapting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6766468861384976011/posts/default/2492418107533987364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6766468861384976011/posts/default/2492418107533987364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/2009/06/adapting.html' title='Adapting'/><author><name>Janey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14895602053279320527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVEY3J8cNtI/AAAAAAAAAA4/h-dOoD3MNyo/S220/DSC00140.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SkeIfUcjaRI/AAAAAAAAAL0/NN-k0H46TDQ/s72-c/Photo%281406%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6766468861384976011.post-1937056743501190952</id><published>2009-06-26T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T09:53:21.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haunts</title><content type='html'>Today's thought is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SkT44iW7YeI/AAAAAAAAALs/l1PXbyV0SC0/s1600-h/rose+red+house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SkT44iW7YeI/AAAAAAAAALs/l1PXbyV0SC0/s320/rose+red+house.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351675907402326498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;No... not a house. This is not just a picture of some house. It's the Red Rose Mansion and people have disappeared mysteriously in there. Believe it or not...? It's really up to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I pick this topic for my discussion with myself because it is 27th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;So what if it's 27th?? I know right? So what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Well, this place where I'm at right now have a history of a girl killed herself at Block A on the 27th of.... I don't know. And according to the source, every 27th, they girl will wander around. So just now when I was happily doing my intro and outro of my English essay, our whole block went black and everyone was pretty terrified. It was MID-night. 12.00am midnight...27th. I knew and aware of it. In fact the date was the first thing on my mind other than angry because I couldn't finish my intro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;But... I don't feel anything at all. Seriously not anything. My mood was pratically neutral.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I do believe in ghost but sometimes I wonder why should we be afraid of them? Because they can do things that we can't? You mean like flying or walk through walls? How do you even know that? From a movie? Right....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Well, in FACT I was afraid. But I've never experience such bullshit in my life so I don't get traumatize by this kinds of situation. Although, I have to say that I can't go to the forest alone at night either. I still have that timid part of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I do think haunting houses or places are pretty cool... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Peace out.&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/6766468861384976011-1937056743501190952?l=illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/feeds/1937056743501190952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/2009/06/haunts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6766468861384976011/posts/default/1937056743501190952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6766468861384976011/posts/default/1937056743501190952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/2009/06/haunts.html' title='Haunts'/><author><name>Janey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14895602053279320527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVEY3J8cNtI/AAAAAAAAAA4/h-dOoD3MNyo/S220/DSC00140.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SkT44iW7YeI/AAAAAAAAALs/l1PXbyV0SC0/s72-c/rose+red+house.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6766468861384976011.post-3550595009750598073</id><published>2009-06-24T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T08:03:22.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Economy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SkI-IN-_WeI/AAAAAAAAALY/fQQzx63uuRE/s1600-h/starbucks-election.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SkI-IN-_WeI/AAAAAAAAALY/fQQzx63uuRE/s320/starbucks-election.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350907618183305698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thoughts of the day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starbucks here in Malaysia is so expensive... and I've never buy one 'cos I'm not a very big fan of coffee. I hated coffee but I still drink it. I guess I needed it. I hated how it tasted. It makes me wanna vomit. But as days pass by, I think I'm getting use to it...&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's not the thought for today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm trying to say is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starbucks coffee is like YoYo in America. Not the toy, YoYo. The YoYo drink shop that we have here in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, in M'sia, Starbucks are like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;barang mewah. &lt;/span&gt;Exclusive items  for high-standard people. Maybe, the coffee in Starbucks are high-quality, that's why the higher the price is, the more trust the blind people gain, the higher potential of the product to sell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's basically what I learn in economy. Which can be pretty suck if you don't understand and a whole lot interesting if you understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of economy, I haven't done my tutorial. Yea... for me... and I have to face Maths quiz tomorrow which is a little bit suck 'cos next week is the same thing.&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/6766468861384976011-3550595009750598073?l=illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/feeds/3550595009750598073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/2009/06/economy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6766468861384976011/posts/default/3550595009750598073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6766468861384976011/posts/default/3550595009750598073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/2009/06/economy.html' title='Economy?'/><author><name>Janey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14895602053279320527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVEY3J8cNtI/AAAAAAAAAA4/h-dOoD3MNyo/S220/DSC00140.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SkI-IN-_WeI/AAAAAAAAALY/fQQzx63uuRE/s72-c/starbucks-election.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6766468861384976011.post-8300250678095243220</id><published>2009-06-23T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T09:51:47.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surviving KML</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Atlast, this is where I decide to update my blog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; So I'm currently adapting myself to the KML invironment now.... after 1 months and 12 days?... Yes, 1 months and 12 days. It's kinda sick and stressful yet I'm still living.still surviving... Still enduring the pain that is coming everyday in thisdreadful situation. (OK, that was too much)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Anyway, there's plenty of thoughts that I wanted to ventilate here... Lemme list it down so it'll be easier to read and don't take my time too much:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;1.The reason that I wanted to save up time because I need to chase the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;2.My account lecture, Miss Masitah is driving me crazy sometimes but she's alright at some point but yeah, you'll get frustration when she's not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;3.I don't understand why my Business lecturer Puan Wan is giving shits about people who sits at the back and people are not paying attention in lecture hall. It's not really her shit when the person fails. ( Ya, I know that this is for our own good. It's just that I feel like a crap when she does that. I got it twice... I think I'm pretty famous for shattering her moods.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;4.My English lecturer, Miss Chuan is pretty cool... but sometimes scary. Why? Because she brings chilli in class for the special people who speaks in Malay during her class.  The one thing that I was inebriated about was that she ask us to avoid the “lah” when we speak but she still use it. Oh and tomorrow we're going to eat breakfast together in class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;5.I'm facing quizzes every week in tutorial class as well as in lecture hall which we have less time to prepare and sorts our head with all facts about business, jurnals and concepts in account, calculation in mathematics, scheme answers in economy (oh, how I hate the marking scheme. Half mark for every point. Crap...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;6.Water problems in hostel suck a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;there's more but later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6766468861384976011-8300250678095243220?l=illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/feeds/8300250678095243220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/2009/06/surviving-kml.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6766468861384976011/posts/default/8300250678095243220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6766468861384976011/posts/default/8300250678095243220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/2009/06/surviving-kml.html' title='Surviving KML'/><author><name>Janey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14895602053279320527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVEY3J8cNtI/AAAAAAAAAA4/h-dOoD3MNyo/S220/DSC00140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6766468861384976011.post-2916075308774715614</id><published>2009-05-16T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T08:55:23.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Matrix</title><content type='html'>So I'm officially a college girl and I can't say much about it 'cos it's only been like what? 1 week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yea... 1 hell of a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The college orientation just finished yesterday and I'm at home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;( I know, 1 week baru, sudah mahu balik... apa la tuh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I wanted to go back because I wanted to ge my books and some important stuff inside. The orientation wasn't that bad actually. Because of a lot of students got sick and all... the activity wasn't too bad. Oh and we only sleep like 2-3 hours... and they are loads of students who fell asleep during talks and everything. It's really funny and you should've seen them!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty excited about class and the one thing I don't want to feel is the spirit of laziness that I have in high school.... I have to keep that spirit of hardworking and put a lot of effort in this one. Why? Because it's only gonna be 10 months to study and I didn't even have any basic in accounts. I was in pure science but took account course in Matrix. You might be thinking, am I crazy??? No... I just know what I wanted to do already so it's better to change now then never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think that's all... I might not be able to update this anymore... So Chao!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6766468861384976011-2916075308774715614?l=illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/feeds/2916075308774715614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/2009/05/matrix.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6766468861384976011/posts/default/2916075308774715614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6766468861384976011/posts/default/2916075308774715614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/2009/05/matrix.html' title='Matrix'/><author><name>Janey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14895602053279320527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVEY3J8cNtI/AAAAAAAAAA4/h-dOoD3MNyo/S220/DSC00140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6766468861384976011.post-1244830812540822138</id><published>2009-05-05T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T07:22:04.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm BACK!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wohoo!!! I tell you!!! It's godd to be back. I dislike military-based routines everday! And National Service is like that. But the again people, it's not that bad at all. ot that bad because you're not alone and you've got a lot of friends to cherish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            So yea, I cried....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bloody hell, I cried....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Yes, because it's such a sad thing that I (Janey) have to leave early for some educational purposes. I love my friends so much... especially WW Dorm 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Janey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Niesa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jo-N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;D-Jah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ayu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yatt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ah Yen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hwei Jing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Annie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fika&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dewy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sakuya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sung Eng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hajar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ee Lin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ka Fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;See Yin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;(wow, I didn't forget anyone... proves that i walk around too much)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The names are according to our bed no. and yes I'm the first one. The moment I step in the camp, everything is 1... bed is 1, CB class is 1, company is 1 - Alpha... after a while, the no. 1 curse is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think our camp is not that strict because unlike other camps, we don't march on our way to the canteen. Gosh, that must be really hard. I think I can die... nah, jk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I think I'll be missing Kem Paya Indah and the teachers also not forgetting all the trainees for Group 2/2009!!! I LOVE THEM ALL!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;There are a lot of stuff to talk about NS but I'm kinda tired and I'm too lazy to type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&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/6766468861384976011-1244830812540822138?l=illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/feeds/1244830812540822138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6766468861384976011/posts/default/1244830812540822138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6766468861384976011/posts/default/1244830812540822138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m BACK!!!!!!'/><author><name>Janey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14895602053279320527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVEY3J8cNtI/AAAAAAAAAA4/h-dOoD3MNyo/S220/DSC00140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6766468861384976011.post-1798568228203711580</id><published>2009-03-18T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T17:43:15.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be leaving really soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Since I really can't blog in National Service so I'm gonna blog out my thoughts for the last time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm gonna miss all my friends here in KK and I love them so much as much as I love my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I'm sorry if I'm such a burden to you guys but that's how I am. You people have to understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But then again, I promise I will be a better person in the future. I may not change a lot better but I will try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;So I want to say, take care of each other while I'm not here with you and I hope that our friendship will last 'til we breathe our last breath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I want all of you to know this so Miza (if you're reading) please tell 'em.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I'll be shedding tears for leaving home but I'll be coming back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;You girls in Stella Maris are the miracles in my life 'cos we spend our adolescence years together which is the most memorable stages that we go through our whole entire lives. I will cherish every moment. Thank you for everything girls! Love you 'til infinity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Friends of Life Teen and from church... you guys rock my world as Jesus did. You build me up spiritually strong and ready to face the real world. Thanks people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Janey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6766468861384976011-1798568228203711580?l=illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/feeds/1798568228203711580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/2009/03/ill-be-leaving-really-soon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6766468861384976011/posts/default/1798568228203711580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6766468861384976011/posts/default/1798568228203711580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/2009/03/ill-be-leaving-really-soon.html' title='I&apos;ll be leaving really soon'/><author><name>Janey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14895602053279320527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVEY3J8cNtI/AAAAAAAAAA4/h-dOoD3MNyo/S220/DSC00140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6766468861384976011.post-3778374627290344764</id><published>2009-03-18T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T17:44:03.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm leaving on a jetplane...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, I'm not exactly leaving on a jetplane but on a plane. I'll be going to National Service for 2 to 3 months. That is like leaving home for military school. Well, it's not exactly a military school... It's just like one. I mean holding guns and squad on a team and be a crocodile passing through the nets and stuff... and flying fox, kayaking and lots of extreme and life-threatening activitives. Not that anyone will died but someone did died...(sad isn't it? i know right...?) but still 99% lives so there's no reason I shouldn't live unless it's my time. But I pray to God that I will survive this thing.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't thing that anybody will care about me going to this because I've live my years of life being ignored by the society... Sometimes I feel left out by my crowd of friends (yes Miza, I do.) I think the only one who knows about this is Leha since we spend so much time with each other at work then I throw all the blame on her. I'm so sorry Leha, I didn't mean too. You can hate me if you want to... Forgive me for my naive reaction. I know that I need to blow it off but it's really hard for me. I guess I'm use to the attention that has been brought up since I was little in my family. I guess I'm not that little girl anymore. And I need to grow up. So what if nobody give a damn about me, I'd still live. It's not like I'm gonna die of misery. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There's a lot of things I wanted to share in this blog but I don't think I'm ready. I'm ready when it's time to run away. To let things cool off for a moment. If you're sorry, don't be 'cos it's my fault. And no, I'm not gonna kill myself. I was brought up spiritually strong so nothing bad is gonna happen. I know where I will go if I did that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, that was my little confession. I don't want to blame anyone but myself. Maybe it's my fault that I don't know how to blend in the chemistry we all had in high school. What the heck? I got C for my Chemistry. It's not that I don't like Chemistry, I find it amusing but sometimes it's really complicated. Sorry Teacher Phyllis, didn't mean to dissapoint you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I felt really guilty that I spend so much on my money that I wanted to save for NS and my dad was pretty much pissed off and felt like he wanted to do nothing about me and don't want to give me any more money. And about my mom, she gave me extra pocket money so that I will survive. I'm not planning to use it tho' except when I really need it. I think I really have to save up. But then again, at least I don't go to night club and waste time and money... (Sorry if it caught you) But spending your parents money on clubbing is not a very wise thing to do. Getting wasted is a whole lots of waste of time. And it takes time and a lot of effort to go sober again so it's pretty much a waste of time and a waste of energy. ARGH!!! Screw it.... I'm not lecturing here!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, I'm gonna miss everyone... Especially everyone... My mom mostly, and my family. I don't think I will miss my 2nd bro because he was excited that I was going... and he told me I was just messing up the house. Well, screw him. He was messing the house up. Not that he is messing it up but he is a mess to this house, this lovely sanctuary of mine. He should get a place of his own! But then again, I'm not that evil, I'm gonna miss having a fight with him. I'm gonna miss the puppies, can't watch them grow. So as the kittens. They can't even see me!!! How can they remember me?? O...no. And my cat and dog, Letto, I'm so gonna miss him!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So some of my friends wanted to see me go off tomorrow. I really hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finish this one book called Grafitti Girl by Kelly Parla and I love it. I gave the book to Bibiana 'cos I'm done with it. That is the kind of book that I wanted to read non-stop and I did. Finished it in one day with 200++ pages. I think that is where I got a feeling that I should blog. I just love how a writer writes with many description and intonation and definitions... It kinda makes a story interesting. And no, I'm not gonna take  up writing. I just love reading good books. And 1 more thing about the book, it's published by MTV!!! Which is super cool 'cos I don't see a lot of MTV. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/ScEa4WTjbkI/AAAAAAAAALA/K0_hGWIwW-U/s1600-h/12605448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/ScEa4WTjbkI/AAAAAAAAALA/K0_hGWIwW-U/s320/12605448.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314558590636486210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;This is the cover of the book... cool isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;When I first saw it, I knew it was the kind of book that I like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;GERMAYNE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6766468861384976011-3778374627290344764?l=illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/feeds/3778374627290344764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-leaving-on-jetplane.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6766468861384976011/posts/default/3778374627290344764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6766468861384976011/posts/default/3778374627290344764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-leaving-on-jetplane.html' title='I&apos;m leaving on a jetplane...'/><author><name>Janey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14895602053279320527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVEY3J8cNtI/AAAAAAAAAA4/h-dOoD3MNyo/S220/DSC00140.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/ScEa4WTjbkI/AAAAAAAAALA/K0_hGWIwW-U/s72-c/12605448.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6766468861384976011.post-1263956752364781301</id><published>2009-03-09T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T19:47:00.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>darn that thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have to admit, taking SPM result does have an effect in my life during these past few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe not for you, but for me it has an enormous effect. Well, maybe not that big but yea, faham-faham la bah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In the last few days I've been really quiet and I have no mood at all... not at all. I do things quiet and very slow just so that I could forget about taking my result....&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to put my hopes to high and I won't.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that I won't drown myself taking my result.&lt;br /&gt;Since my mom is not here...(she's inTawau, visiting my uncle) I have to do all the house chores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;I pray so that my uncle will be A OK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I tried to do a lot of things including playing my favorite game in PS2 and reading a novel and the net and listening to music, dance... but sadly, the letter s.p.m. is always hunting me.&lt;br /&gt;They say, "nervous is good"&lt;br /&gt;but i'd say, "too nervous is not good"&lt;br /&gt;it's the same thing as putting up your hopes too high then nothing is too high in the end.&lt;br /&gt;I guess, I just have to wait 'til the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;doomsday&lt;/span&gt; comes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, and one more thing, since I already have my license and I can drive legally, I want and seriously want to take my result on my own... no escort. So I might as well ask my dad to let me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O God most gracious Father, please let me drive!!! Please soften my father's heart so that he will pitifully let me drive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I guess that all... I know that this post is a bit boring because I have no intention of making this post... a.k.a. no mood at all. But what the heck, Thanks For Reading and have a nice day people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6766468861384976011-1263956752364781301?l=illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/feeds/1263956752364781301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/2009/03/darn-that-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6766468861384976011/posts/default/1263956752364781301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6766468861384976011/posts/default/1263956752364781301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/2009/03/darn-that-thing.html' title='darn that thing'/><author><name>Janey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14895602053279320527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVEY3J8cNtI/AAAAAAAAAA4/h-dOoD3MNyo/S220/DSC00140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6766468861384976011.post-4021873094713542230</id><published>2009-02-23T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T07:12:30.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess what people???!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;During my times of learning, I w&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ould have neve&lt;/span&gt;r thought that ...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So today I went for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;JPJ test at my driving school and gawd I was so freaking nervous because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#1: I woke up late... my tutor was suppose to pick me up at 7 am and I was so tired, so I overslept and woke around 7.40am. My tutor was already outside waiting while I was still snoozing my nose off!! PLUS... I didn't even hear the phone rings and the alarm I set. Gawd, I must be sleeping like sloth! My bro probably think I was dead when he shouted my name awaking me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2: Was suppose to practice driving for 2 hours today and was only able to make for 1 hour 'cos JPJ test was about to start at 8.30am. Actually, it was less than an hour... darn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3: I was so bloody blur about where to start and what to do first which is the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 5 perkara&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Odoi kangkudiau, au zou hafal iho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4: I don't have any friends to talk and discuss to and mu tutor was so friggin' sure I was going to pass like a rainbow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I practice the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lebuhraya&lt;/span&gt; and try to recall and memorize all those things with changing gears, signals, how fast can you go and not to panic.... gawsh, it was hard to do it when it's been like 2 weeks since you didn't drive. darn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that awful drive, we went to KMK to practice the hill. Which I was pretty fine already. Well, I was hopeful. And then after a while, came another of my tutor's student which his name is BiBi. Then I do a few time with the hill and we exchange sit and he did it. He was a smooth driver and I feel safe with him. Rupa-rupanya.... he have a car but no license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've got myself a friend to talk to and discuss to... (O God, thank you so much!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we talk about a lot of things which is the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5 perkara&lt;/span&gt; and the side parking and the hill and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bla...bla...bla..&lt;/span&gt;. until it's our turn to do the 3 basic drive (hill, side parking and 3 pointer). I went first and BB went after me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hill - the examiner was a dude... so he asked me to start at the white line and off I go.... I stop right on top of the yellow line! YEAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! and he asked me to put my hand up if I was ready to pass and putting down my handbrake and off I went to the side parking area. Alleluia. (32 secs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side parking - This time, the examiner was a woman. And I was told to put my hand up if I wanted to start and put my hand up if I wanted to go out. So I put my hand up and then start (there was a timer!! she was holding a timer!! o gosh). I almost and BB was at my back so he told me I was really close to the poll and he almost push his horn to warn me (haha, thanks dude but I knew it was close. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sengaja bah... kaC trill sikit.&lt;/span&gt;) But I didn't hit the poll. I can say my side parking was perfect. I always wanted it to be perfect. hehe. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(bah, minta puji mcm mau kena tampar2)&lt;/span&gt;. The reason I wanted it to be close to the poll because it makes me easier and it will look beautiful if I go out. So basically, my instinct are OK. So I went out with enough measurement and went to the next one. (2 mins 2 secs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;penjuru&lt;/span&gt; (btul ka 3 pointer?) - So I was waiting for my turn to do the 3 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;penjuru&lt;/span&gt; and when it is my turn, I didn't know the examiner was looking at me because her eyes was at the side parking and she turn her face and shouted "Janey! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Angkat lah tangan!!!&lt;/span&gt; (Janey, put up you hand!)" It was so awkward I sink myself into the steering after I put up my hand.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (Bikin malu!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kureng butul oh tu puan.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kalo iya pun nda payah lah bah teriak.&lt;/span&gt;) But then I think she had to shout 'cos I was far. And when I told BB, he was like "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ooo, ko pula tu yang kena teriak.&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aduinah... bikin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;penjuru&lt;/span&gt; was fine and no I didn't go near the poll this time. (52 secs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to park the car, went to where the examiner sat and sign the documents. I PASSED all three!!!!! Alleluia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you're looking at the time, my lucky no. for that day might be 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BB told me that there's 1 girl that was asked to go home because she failed the hill. Punyala...&lt;br /&gt;It was such a sad thing because she was asked harshly to go home. The JPJ didn't even say like this "Sorry miss but you failed and you can go home. Try again." instead he said "Get out of the car. You can go home." That's all. If I were her, I would flush myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we waited for the 2nd one which is the highway test for 2 hours. Darn, it was like a long wait and... nevermind... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(gawd, i'm such a racist!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my turn and I got a bigger car which is Saga and BB got a smaller car which we use for practice. It was not fair. He's bigger. (Darn, I sound like a kid craving for vanilla ice-cream instead I got a choco?) So yea, he was behind me again ("-.-).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, the engine broke so I had to start again, it turns out that I didn't put down the handbrake. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ai, budu nokopio!&lt;/span&gt;) Then I start the second go and off I went. The car was racing. LOL, lost control of clutch. hehe... but it was alright until I didn't signal at some point and I was so bloody worried. There was a construction going on and we had to stop to let a truck pass and then the part where I was worried about which is the roundabout, I did pretty well. Thank God.&lt;br /&gt;And then after all of the misery, we stopped and he gave me my result. And I PASSED!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;And BB passed too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;True students of Uncle Jinggol (oh, that's my tutor.) hehe. Uncle Jinggol rules!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gave our result to JPJ and then he said we can go home. BB sent me home with his car. He brought his car!!! darn... He's been driving for 3 years without a license which is CRAZY! Not only for three year but going and back from kk to bintulu. That's friggin' far. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gila oh... I wonder why he's not caught...&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I passed miraculously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks for reading... I never knew you people would survive this boring post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6766468861384976011-4021873094713542230?l=illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/feeds/4021873094713542230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/2009/02/guess-what-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6766468861384976011/posts/default/4021873094713542230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6766468861384976011/posts/default/4021873094713542230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/2009/02/guess-what-people.html' title='Guess what people???!!!'/><author><name>Janey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14895602053279320527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVEY3J8cNtI/AAAAAAAAAA4/h-dOoD3MNyo/S220/DSC00140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6766468861384976011.post-8977555940300837</id><published>2009-02-20T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T07:18:41.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There are a lot of things I miss right now... mostly hanging out with my friends. I miss the laugher and the joy we had in high school. It's true what my teachers said that&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;karang kalo kamu sdh habis high school, kamu akan rindu tu semua kawan kamu. trus kamu mau balik skul lagi&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;and Miss Sang said "If you turn 30, you will wonder how your old high school friends are doing"&lt;br /&gt;Oh gawsh, it's such a sad thing to think about that. There could be possibilities that only Miza is reading this... and maybe M'lia... so I wanna say, not only you two but also the rest of the gang that I love you girls 'til the end and I'll always cherish the time we had together, our madness, our youthfulness and the crazy times we had in class and in school. If I did anything wrong, I'm sorry girls. I was young and stupid (not forgetting....blur). Still is now....hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last Saturday, we went to 1B to go for the education fair and gawd I tell you, 1B was boring. There's like nowhere to hang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tidak apa la kalo kami semua ni loaded trus kalo duduk satu tempat pun teda masalah. K-box pun tutup. Main game ja lah... itu pun mahal butul ni... Trus banyak btul ni couple sempena Vday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Then we decide to go to Waterfront and eat there and hang out for a bit, talk about our past and present. It's such a wonderful time.... I wish it could last forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Anthea too. It's been such a long time since I have not seen her eventho' she here in KK. I wanna go out with you!!!!! But WHEN????!!!!&lt;br /&gt;(I know she's not gonna read this so I'll jst sms her.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I miss Flyleaf... I miss being crazy over them... So I'm gonna be crazy over them again since it brings a lot of cheerful memories when listening to their songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want this CD!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jw73gHiR96M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jw73gHiR96M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Check my Playlist which you can see on the left and song no. 2 for the full audio.&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/6766468861384976011-8977555940300837?l=illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/feeds/8977555940300837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-miss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6766468861384976011/posts/default/8977555940300837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6766468861384976011/posts/default/8977555940300837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-miss.html' title='I Miss...'/><author><name>Janey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14895602053279320527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVEY3J8cNtI/AAAAAAAAAA4/h-dOoD3MNyo/S220/DSC00140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6766468861384976011.post-6394196703972939872</id><published>2009-02-05T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T08:28:49.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yesterday and today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So yesterday&lt;/span&gt;, I went for a two hours drive class and I was bloody tired. I drive to KK and I think I'm improving. I seriously need to take notes what my tutor said yesterday 'cos I'm forgetful so... basicly I have a thin chance of failing = thick chance of passing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O God, I hope i'll pass. Please please please let me pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And I went back home. My tutor was suppose to send me to the city but he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;porgat&lt;/span&gt;! How could he forgot?? Haiyah.... So I took a bus ride to KK instead and I went to Parkson for a while to visit my workmates and then I went to pay my phone bills. Right... As if all of it was mine. Then I went to CP and walk bla,bla,bla... that's when i decided to watch a movie which was Bride Wars. I love it. Eventho' I watch alone but I felt so comfortable (well, not really. I have my reasons.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt; someone i knew was watching it too. I didn' plan to like see anyone I know there... darn. What an unfortunate event. jk)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried at the end of the movie. oh and you must be thinking "what? this girl is so lame, in fact, too lame." I know right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was actually waiting for my workmates to get ready to go round the city at night. I was way ready and I was too ready. There were like 7 of us in MyVi car. Gosh, my feet was suffocating.&lt;br /&gt;Here's the summary = pizzahut, jp, kfc, beach, corn, and my house. It was nothing special but it was fun. I had curfews so what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today's story was something like this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got late for work, the door was locked. Darn. Electrical counter. OK. Obnoxious customer. What an a**, I tell you... I feel like slapping her on the face! Short of RM 10, and I'm stressed out. Crap man. Went home, raining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I keep asking myself, why do I feel like shit today????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I know is that:&lt;br /&gt;Life is not perfect, you can't have too many good days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And technically, I'm broke. No more money. No more fortune. Just me and my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Later.....signed out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&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/6766468861384976011-6394196703972939872?l=illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/feeds/6394196703972939872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/2009/02/yesterday-and-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6766468861384976011/posts/default/6394196703972939872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6766468861384976011/posts/default/6394196703972939872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/2009/02/yesterday-and-today.html' title='yesterday and today'/><author><name>Janey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14895602053279320527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVEY3J8cNtI/AAAAAAAAAA4/h-dOoD3MNyo/S220/DSC00140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6766468861384976011.post-6316024195416953515</id><published>2009-02-05T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T08:02:12.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tagged by miza</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;A) People who have been tagged must write their answers in their blog.&lt;br /&gt;B) Tag 8 people to do this quiz. (Those that are tagged cannot refuse.)&lt;br /&gt;C) Continue this game by tagging 8 other people OK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tagging.... Anthea, and 8 other blogger which is YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.What have you been doing recently?&lt;br /&gt;Working&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Do you ever turn your cell phone off?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.What happened at 10am today?&lt;br /&gt;Credit Card training&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.When did you last cry?&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, watching the movie Bride Wars. Friendship is just beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Believe in fate/destiny?&lt;br /&gt;I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.What do you want in your life now?&lt;br /&gt;Get into college/uni and get a steady life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Do you carry an umbrella when it rains or just put up your hood?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes if I bring a bag. I don't wear any hood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.What's your favourite thing to do on the bed?&lt;br /&gt;Dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.What bottoms are you wearing now?&lt;br /&gt;Shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.What's the nicest things in your inbox?&lt;br /&gt;Messages from friends which I'm missing this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Do you tend to make the relationship complicated?&lt;br /&gt;I didn't notice that. Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Are you wearing anything borrowed from anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Except undergarments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.What was the last movie you caught?&lt;br /&gt;Bride Wars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.What are you proud of?&lt;br /&gt;Having to live on this earth today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.What does the oldest text msg in your inbox say?&lt;br /&gt;"Umm, so how long you all there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.What was the last song you sang out loud?&lt;br /&gt;Another Rainy Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.Do you have any nicknames?&lt;br /&gt;Jen2, blurry jny, i porgat olaydy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.What does the newest text say?&lt;br /&gt;"Ololo, jny jeles.haha!ba kla,.. buhbye.c u soon." kureng but I hope 2 see u soon 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.What time did you go to bed last night?&lt;br /&gt;12.30am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.Are you currently happy?&lt;br /&gt;Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.Who gives you the best advise?&lt;br /&gt;My wise friends and my mom ofcourse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.Do you eat whipped cream straight from the can?&lt;br /&gt;Urgh, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.Who did you talk on the phone last night?&lt;br /&gt;My mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.Is something bugging you now?&lt;br /&gt;Yes (the brainless, selfish and impatient customer with rm10).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.Who was the last person to make you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;My workmates.&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/6766468861384976011-6316024195416953515?l=illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/feeds/6316024195416953515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/2009/02/tagged-by-miza.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6766468861384976011/posts/default/6316024195416953515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6766468861384976011/posts/default/6316024195416953515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/2009/02/tagged-by-miza.html' title='tagged by miza'/><author><name>Janey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14895602053279320527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVEY3J8cNtI/AAAAAAAAAA4/h-dOoD3MNyo/S220/DSC00140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6766468861384976011.post-3180137465543544985</id><published>2009-01-29T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T07:47:15.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>there's probably nothing...</title><content type='html'>...to talk about today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope that everything will go well tomorrow and I will be healed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn, this flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realize how I like my guitar so much and&lt;br /&gt;I never would have thought that it has a digital tuner.&lt;br /&gt;I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can be an early bird tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still caught up with the school's duty. Darn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6766468861384976011-3180137465543544985?l=illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/feeds/3180137465543544985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/2009/01/theres-probably-nothing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6766468861384976011/posts/default/3180137465543544985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6766468861384976011/posts/default/3180137465543544985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/2009/01/theres-probably-nothing.html' title='there&apos;s probably nothing...'/><author><name>Janey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14895602053279320527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVEY3J8cNtI/AAAAAAAAAA4/h-dOoD3MNyo/S220/DSC00140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6766468861384976011.post-4502158766998725952</id><published>2009-01-27T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T21:14:49.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There are so many things that I want to express through this crappy blog during the past one month but I just can't 'coz I'm just too damn busy. Darn. So I'll just summarize it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. I can't blog 'coz I'm working. Shhs, don't tell anyone. (It's not like anyone's gonna read this anyway.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Well, I like my job. But there will always be something or someone who makes you feel uncomfortable and annoyed. It happens all the time. It always have wherever I go. I'm sure you understand that so I'm not going to elaborate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. My mom bought me an acoustic  guitar!!! I always wanted a guitar. I just hope that my dad won't find out. He'll be mad as hell... He has always been that way so I decided not to tell him until I get my salary. It's just so hard to explain to him. He's just too stubborn and sensitive. What can I say more, he's old. I can't stop the ageing. (ah, it's not like he's gonna read this anyway, he can't even open an email.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, I was browsing for guitars at hollywood and yea, I say a few good ones. Takamine caught my attention but because it was 1000 bucks so I might as well forget about it. It's a beauty. But one thing I don't like about it was that it has no connection to amplifier. My bro was there so he picked out for me. After a few minutes of searching for THE ONE... I finally decide to buy an Ashton acoustic guitar. I was looking for Yamaha but all of it doesn't shine. The guitar is originally 800 bucks but since my bro work there and the his boss knew my mom, she gave 25% less, so it's 600 bucks. She also gave me 2 free items which I need for my guitar. So here it is....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SX_gFO5RrRI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Xo6Ek710sBI/s200/Photo(1199).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296198067313290514" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SX_gFj785gI/AAAAAAAAAKg/oGHn021g0Gg/s200/Photo(1200).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296198072961656322" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SX_gFkAUeKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/tWW1aEHWkqw/s200/Photo(1201).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296198072979978402" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SX_gGIl1PSI/AAAAAAAAAKw/p1JxXyjiQts/s200/Photo(1202).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296198082800991522" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love the sound of it.... So I don't have any regrets. Thanks Mom, thanks bro, and most of all, thank you Lord.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. I lost my voice today and it's very annoying. I can't even talk well, sing well and even eat well. I feel so guilty when I can't even answer all Leha's question yesterday 'coz my throat feels like it was going to explode. I hate it. I'm so sorry Leha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5. I love arts. I love music. But I also like maths... maybe I would go to art school but i also don't want to leave maths. Man, this is like love triangle. haha... (gila bah si Jny ni...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6. I want to go and have fun today but I can't or maybe I'll just sneek out. We'll see...hehhe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's all folks.... peace.&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/6766468861384976011-4502158766998725952?l=illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/feeds/4502158766998725952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6766468861384976011/posts/default/4502158766998725952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6766468861384976011/posts/default/4502158766998725952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-thoughts.html' title='my thoughts'/><author><name>Janey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14895602053279320527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVEY3J8cNtI/AAAAAAAAAA4/h-dOoD3MNyo/S220/DSC00140.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SX_gFO5RrRI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Xo6Ek710sBI/s72-c/Photo(1199).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6766468861384976011.post-4361405667631633070</id><published>2008-12-30T04:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T07:09:51.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cont. blast christmas</title><content type='html'>so where was I? oh yea, 3rd day of Christmas... Well It was okay. It was an ordinary day with ordinary stuff. And my parents came. YEAH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;About that drawing... it's kinda spoil now because of my little cousins. I gotta tell you, they LOVE to colour... URGH, how annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th day of Christmas - I'm not gonna write a lot on this day because it'll be long as hell. So I'm just gonna tell you this -  I went to Ranau which is 2 hours away from Keningau with my relative. And it was an awesome journey!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVoh_zxMapI/AAAAAAAAADw/TtqQoOtGd0g/s1600-h/Photo%281094%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVoh_zxMapI/AAAAAAAAADw/TtqQoOtGd0g/s200/Photo%281094%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285574492784716434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVoi-d0p6zI/AAAAAAAAAEI/sdCZQrGhOVA/s1600-h/Photo%281098%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVoi-d0p6zI/AAAAAAAAAEI/sdCZQrGhOVA/s200/Photo%281098%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285575569225411378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVoig_XHhLI/AAAAAAAAAEA/5UQGjZkHCA0/s1600-h/Photo%281100%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVoig_XHhLI/AAAAAAAAAEA/5UQGjZkHCA0/s200/Photo%281100%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285575062832252082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVoiOQGLaOI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AzOjH-Z118M/s1600-h/Photo%281102%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVoiOQGLaOI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AzOjH-Z118M/s200/Photo%281102%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285574740907092194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVohmNBHkjI/AAAAAAAAADg/cqurTW_XbFE/s1600-h/Photo%281090%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVohmNBHkjI/AAAAAAAAADg/cqurTW_XbFE/s200/Photo%281090%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285574052885795378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVohxxcAiYI/AAAAAAAAADo/sFFEBtSJJxs/s1600-h/Photo%281093%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVohxxcAiYI/AAAAAAAAADo/sFFEBtSJJxs/s200/Photo%281093%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285574251640818050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;The above pictures are all from the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;starting point of climbing the Mount K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;inabalu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place is beautiful especially in the early morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVoftKDRmSI/AAAAAAAAADI/6Fbxav-jH5s/s1600-h/Photo%281115%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVoftKDRmSI/AAAAAAAAADI/6Fbxav-jH5s/s200/Photo%281115%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285571973325363490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Oh yea... I climb the 1st one. I could have gone for the mountain view but I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt; was too bloody tired and I was dying of water and al&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt; the air was cold and when it came into my lungs, it just hur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;ts more! I don't get it... it's fresh air for keith's sake! I don't know, must be something wrong with my lungs. Maybe because I was too tired. Oh and I didn't go for the mountain view because ther&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;e was nothing to see. It was covered with white clouds. Damn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;it wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;s a waste of energy! There was no waterfall view~~~!!!!!!!! URGH!&lt;br /&gt;I'm still suffering from leg pain because of climbing that damn thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The next stop was the war memorial. I recommend you this place because it is the most beautiful place ever! Well in Sabah. I don't know you but I was pretty amazed. I didn't know a place like that existed here in Sabah. I was like a little kid, ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVo2LQYvbQI/AAAAAAAAAJA/qnBVhNEHDng/s1600-h/Photo%281180%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVo2LQYvbQI/AAAAAAAAAJA/qnBVhNEHDng/s200/Photo%281180%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285596679677897986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Where you buy your tickets. RM 2 per head. So if you have two heads a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;nd one body, that will be RM 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;haha joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no heart feeling k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVoogxxIYhI/AAAAAAAAAEY/8J5Z5L87W_w/s1600-h/Photo%281119%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVoogxxIYhI/AAAAAAAAAEY/8J5Z5L87W_w/s200/Photo%281119%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285581656253030930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVoprXXVoTI/AAAAAAAAAFA/LVCNWFbrdEo/s1600-h/Photo%281125%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVoprXXVoTI/AAAAAAAAAFA/LVCNWFbrdEo/s200/Photo%281125%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285582937655714098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVoojB5PhRI/AAAAAAAAAEw/It3iG5-Zv84/s1600-h/Photo%281122%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVoojB5PhRI/AAAAAAAAAEw/It3iG5-Zv84/s200/Photo%281122%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285581694941758738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVooi9-LnGI/AAAAAAAAAEo/CQjExuufXAQ/s1600-h/Photo%281121%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVooi9-LnGI/AAAAAAAAAEo/CQjExuufXAQ/s200/Photo%281121%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285581693888732258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is the histories...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something caught my eye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVoprDwQAkI/AAAAAAAAAE4/09uYJxfaY54/s1600-h/Photo%281123%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVoprDwQAkI/AAAAAAAAAE4/09uYJxfaY54/s200/Photo%281123%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285582932391494210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I was live in that tragic year I would have save him and marry him, hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVoog2UlHNI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/sNQs8P_0d2c/s1600-h/Photo%281118%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVoog2UlHNI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/sNQs8P_0d2c/s200/Photo%281118%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285581657475456210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVoprkyV79I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2sc7N6JIFZI/s1600-h/Photo%281126%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVoprkyV79I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2sc7N6JIFZI/s200/Photo%281126%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285582941258641362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where the journey begins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVopsCzTC3I/AAAAAAAAAFY/wyLMvjl9WQE/s1600-h/Photo%281128%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVopsCzTC3I/AAAAAAAAAFY/wyLMvjl9WQE/s200/Photo%281128%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285582949315709810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is really funny... It say "Don't step on me, or else I will die." It was kinda cocky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This too, it says "Steal flower - Fine $100.00 - Got TV"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVoqfOgIIqI/AAAAAAAAAF4/pQ9Cvcnq2F8/s1600-h/Photo%281134%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVoqfOgIIqI/AAAAAAAAAF4/pQ9Cvcnq2F8/s200/Photo%281134%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285583828629856930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVoqeuN3ucI/AAAAAAAAAFw/T701KTllyvk/s1600-h/Photo%281133%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVoqeuN3ucI/AAAAAAAAAFw/T701KTllyvk/s200/Photo%281133%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285583819963349442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVoqeVAKwAI/AAAAAAAAAFo/MXycBgkiHz8/s1600-h/Photo%281132%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVoqeVAKwAI/AAAAAAAAAFo/MXycBgkiHz8/s200/Photo%281132%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285583813194989570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVoqebGSaBI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OmuGZwQLVwU/s1600-h/Photo%281130%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVoqebGSaBI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OmuGZwQLVwU/s200/Photo%281130%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285583814831269906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVouLiBmAII/AAAAAAAAAHw/aziJ6rpeZp4/s1600-h/Photo%281143%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVouLiBmAII/AAAAAAAAAHw/aziJ6rpeZp4/s200/Photo%281143%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285587888319627394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVouLlkJHII/AAAAAAAAAHo/ockG_PHPKxg/s1600-h/Photo%281136%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVouLlkJHII/AAAAAAAAAHo/ockG_PHPKxg/s200/Photo%281136%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285587889269841026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVouLWcWTLI/AAAAAAAAAHg/v7oXXw-daSk/s1600-h/Photo%281142%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVouLWcWTLI/AAAAAAAAAHg/v7oXXw-daSk/s200/Photo%281142%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285587885210619058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVouLL9V3tI/AAAAAAAAAHY/iOpvk3YUpUo/s1600-h/Photo%281138%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVouLL9V3tI/AAAAAAAAAHY/iOpvk3YUpUo/s200/Photo%281138%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285587882396212946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is the gardens! Beauty. They really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;handle with care&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVoqfaD4IzI/AAAAAAAAAGA/BqWT2h283Pk/s1600-h/Photo%281135%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVoqfaD4IzI/AAAAAAAAAGA/BqWT2h283Pk/s200/Photo%281135%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285583831732593458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm respecting!!! (yes, how stupid)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVouLsh_yOI/AAAAAAAAAH4/P9-MzLE2v1U/s1600-h/Photo%281139%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVouLsh_yOI/AAAAAAAAAH4/P9-MzLE2v1U/s200/Photo%281139%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285587891139889378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is like a carpet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVo3P8-m-iI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Yqao1V1GYFw/s1600-h/Photo%281173%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVo3P8-m-iI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Yqao1V1GYFw/s200/Photo%281173%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285597859878992418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVos0CV8ZgI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/qKShj3w6FfY/s1600-h/Photo%281150%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVos0CV8ZgI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/qKShj3w6FfY/s200/Photo%281150%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285586385166427650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVoszjluT4I/AAAAAAAAAG4/RWbWA9pSfZM/s1600-h/Photo%281146%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVoszjluT4I/AAAAAAAAAG4/RWbWA9pSfZM/s200/Photo%281146%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285586376911114114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVosz4T-bII/AAAAAAAAAHI/4ihCEidF6w4/s1600-h/Photo%281148%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVosz4T-bII/AAAAAAAAAHI/4ihCEidF6w4/s200/Photo%281148%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285586382473817218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVoszn1zfQI/AAAAAAAAAHA/DmY45DVXktc/s1600-h/Photo%281147%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVoszn1zfQI/AAAAAAAAAHA/DmY45DVXktc/s200/Photo%281147%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285586378052304130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVoszdTwxZI/AAAAAAAAAGw/we3yT3VoaI4/s1600-h/Photo%281145%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVoszdTwxZI/AAAAAAAAAGw/we3yT3VoaI4/s200/Photo%281145%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285586375225165202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The borneo garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVoxScDf2hI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/hwbl53ke4TI/s1600-h/Photo%281172%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVoxScDf2hI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/hwbl53ke4TI/s200/Photo%281172%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285591305510967826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The ponds where all your dreams come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVoxSyxeNOI/AAAAAAAAAIg/U6IgyMKTEFE/s1600-h/Photo%281170%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVoxSyxeNOI/AAAAAAAAAIg/U6IgyMKTEFE/s200/Photo%281170%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285591311609378018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The door was locked.&lt;br /&gt;Legend says that you have to sing for it then it'll open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the part where I go "WOW!" I seriously said that y'know. It was pretty awkward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVoxStjzgPI/AAAAAAAAAIY/heviiIX--Fk/s1600-h/Photo%281153%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVoxStjzgPI/AAAAAAAAAIY/heviiIX--Fk/s200/Photo%281153%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285591310209876210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVo2KIu1tCI/AAAAAAAAAIw/aBDUu80--dQ/s1600-h/Photo%281156%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVo2KIu1tCI/AAAAAAAAAIw/aBDUu80--dQ/s200/Photo%281156%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285596660443231266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is beautiful, kinda English. This makes me feel I'm somewhere not in Sabah/Malaysia =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVo2J6sT_bI/AAAAAAAAAIo/XHNiB1mF_Xw/s1600-h/Photo%281155%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVo2J6sT_bI/AAAAAAAAAIo/XHNiB1mF_Xw/s200/Photo%281155%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285596656674536882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is the list of names that died in the tragic journey.&lt;br /&gt;There was 2000 over names.&lt;br /&gt;I would like to tell you the whole story but I don't think you like a long history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVo2LBtjcKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6lstOFZ4Y2s/s1600-h/Photo%281159%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVo2LBtjcKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6lstOFZ4Y2s/s200/Photo%281159%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285596675738661026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is the poem tomb that was written by one of the Australians.&lt;br /&gt;It was such a sad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVo2LqFpgyI/AAAAAAAAAJI/UJ5ekzIxcRU/s1600-h/Photo%281162%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVo2LqFpgyI/AAAAAAAAAJI/UJ5ekzIxcRU/s200/Photo%281162%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285596686577140514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The end of the war memorial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVo5mTPfkCI/AAAAAAAAAKI/OG8u7q7tQew/s1600-h/Photo%281165%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVo5mTPfkCI/AAAAAAAAAKI/OG8u7q7tQew/s200/Photo%281165%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285600442835767330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was scared of heights so I was holding on.&lt;br /&gt;(I know, I didn't scared but my butt was shaking, I was so afraid of falling down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVo3QpSCJ6I/AAAAAAAAAJw/zo9GleVUsfU/s1600-h/Photo%281160%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVo3QpSCJ6I/AAAAAAAAAJw/zo9GleVUsfU/s200/Photo%281160%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285597871771625378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVo460H8OeI/AAAAAAAAAKA/tPefInM4xOg/s1600-h/Photo%281163%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVo460H8OeI/AAAAAAAAAKA/tPefInM4xOg/s200/Photo%281163%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285599695748217314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVo46BgGzzI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/X3IM-82JSNk/s1600-h/Photo%281164%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVo46BgGzzI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/X3IM-82JSNk/s200/Photo%281164%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285599682159365938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The views...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVo3P608Y4I/AAAAAAAAAJo/T9jm9yF74gI/s1600-h/Photo%281175%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVo3P608Y4I/AAAAAAAAAJo/T9jm9yF74gI/s200/Photo%281175%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285597859301581698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVo3P44aM6I/AAAAAAAAAJg/UVnF4nT9a7o/s1600-h/Photo%281174%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVo3P44aM6I/AAAAAAAAAJg/UVnF4nT9a7o/s200/Photo%281174%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285597858779247522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I spotted this flower pattern on the rock. They're different OK? Well, I think you can see that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Next stop was the hot spring.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get a lot of pictures there. Just one because by the time we get there, it was almost dark and my bloody cellphone does not have a good quality in taking pictures at night. So yea, I took the hot spring tub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVo3PWj95SI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/0zsiivf1YJw/s1600-h/Photo%281182%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVo3PWj95SI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/0zsiivf1YJw/s200/Photo%281182%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285597849566700834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all. I'm tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6766468861384976011-4361405667631633070?l=illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/feeds/4361405667631633070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/2008/12/cont-blast-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6766468861384976011/posts/default/4361405667631633070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6766468861384976011/posts/default/4361405667631633070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/2008/12/cont-blast-christmas.html' title='cont. blast christmas'/><author><name>Janey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14895602053279320527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVEY3J8cNtI/AAAAAAAAAA4/h-dOoD3MNyo/S220/DSC00140.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVoh_zxMapI/AAAAAAAAADw/TtqQoOtGd0g/s72-c/Photo%281094%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6766468861384976011.post-5424816711186654220</id><published>2008-12-26T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T21:16:23.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blast Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"during christmas vigil night, i wished that i will be happy spending my christmas times with my family and have an amazing spending the days of christmas with my family"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Christmas wish came true. My family wasn't planning of going to my dad's hometown in Keningau this Christmas because he was too busy with all the those stuff (what a pain in the butt I tell you!). I was so mad and I was trying to know and find ways of going back to Keningau and guess what? God grant me my cousin during Vigil night and asked me if I would like to come with her! And yeah I just go with the flow and here I am writing this blog while I'm Keningau at granpapa's house... I love granpapa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On the 1st day of Christmas, I went through... well, not a lot. Just a little trip going here, taking the big bus and whole lot of stuff. Meeting all my cousins here and all my aunts and uncles. How cool can that be? Well, maybe for YOU it was nothing but the thing is I don't usually go back here because I have whole lots of stuff back in KK that I have to settle. Now that I'm out of highschool and finish my bloody SPM, I guess I have nothing to do at home so I've decided to go here instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, I do wish my parents are here... and ccan you believe it? I'm the only person representing my dad here. Bloody old man not even bother of going back to his hometown, where he lives before, where he grow up! Not even bother of seeing granpa back at home while he is still living healthy!!! What would he felt if I don't go home for Christmas or Easter or whatsoever event if I'm married????? Crazy... Sorry Lord, but seriously am madly overfrustrated with him! He is one self-centered old man. (Sorry again.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh yea, all of us decided to have a Christmas family gathering + with Christmas open house. My uncle John became the spokesperson for the Christmas night because my dad who is the oldest and suppose to be the spokesperson WASN'T there!!! Anyway, Uncle John was the second child. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So they listed a few thing that we were suppose to do for the gathering and make a agenda and give out jobs to all of us. Man, it was seriously a formal family meeting. There was a secretary, treasurer and directors which are my aunts and uncles. So yea, we get some rest because the next day is when all of us get busy with all the shopping and cooking and setting up + cleaning the house...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2nd day of Christmas - as I have told you we were busy with all those stuff. So when it came to the party, I was really amazed how the people came around and the news of the party spreads fast. I love it! It's just a miracle that I had a blast christmas with my relatives, laughing and having fun and no I don't drink. I could have but I don't want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The aftermath - I went to my grandpapa's house (the party was at my Aunt Ramiah's house) and set up my bed and ready to sleep but I couldn't because the party was not fully over yet. The kids were still around and shouting eventho' it like 1am. They're suppose to be in bed but I guess if you're here there's no curfew! And I have no curfew 'cos my parents aren't around. heehehee...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then my grandpa went inside and sat beside me. Did I tell you we celebrated his 81st birthday on that gathering?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday granpa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eventho' I know you won't read this because you're too old and you don't even know how to use the computer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kalo komputer pun nda tau, apa lagi internet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So we talked and he kinda express his feeling about my family. He told me that my sister was snobbish because don't even bother about him when he visited us in KK. Then I told him it's okay, you still have me. Honestly I LOVE my granpa! He is such a sporting lad. He kinda makes me comfortable when I'm around him eventho' when I was little I wasn't an apple of the eye to him but he is my no. 1 granpa. He's the only one alive. All other 3 died, I didn't really get to know them especially at my mother's side... they died before I ever think properly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I felt really guilty because of my family! And I felt sorry for granpa.... I'm so sorry granpa. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry because my dad wasn't here. I should have tried harder....I should have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I thank the Lord because I'm here. I still wasn't planning of being here but yeah basically my wish came true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today is the 3rd day of Christmas and I'm left at home when 3 quarter of my cousins went to Agricultural Park in Tenom. How sad is that? But atleast I went to the river just now. I tell you, the water was super cold and the streams was strong enough to bring my heavy body along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh and I have a drawing I did for Christmas but there's no scanner here.... I'll show you when I'm back at home. BYE!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have a Wonderful Christmas. There is nothing more wonderful than having to spend your Christmas time with your loved ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS://My wish came true.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6766468861384976011-5424816711186654220?l=illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/feeds/5424816711186654220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/2008/12/blast-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6766468861384976011/posts/default/5424816711186654220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6766468861384976011/posts/default/5424816711186654220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/2008/12/blast-christmas.html' title='Blast Christmas'/><author><name>Janey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14895602053279320527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVEY3J8cNtI/AAAAAAAAAA4/h-dOoD3MNyo/S220/DSC00140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6766468861384976011.post-6931813027008279372</id><published>2008-12-24T00:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T01:02:20.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miraculously touching</title><content type='html'>It's Christmas EVE!!!!!! yeah! I can't wait to go to church and hear the English Choir vibrates for the Lord tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching PS I Love You just now and I cried everytime the husband appear! It was just so touching and I just love it. Oh and I watched The Notebook-nothing compared to this one. PS I Love You was so much better! I just love the storyline and the hilarious moments - all of it is so brilliant ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and guess what? I was inspired enough to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was trying... OK not good enough I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVH5ToyO4NI/AAAAAAAAABQ/AIcOnzYARxw/s1600-h/CCF12242008_00000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVH5ToyO4NI/AAAAAAAAABQ/AIcOnzYARxw/s320/CCF12242008_00000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283277953643241682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sis is right, colouring the hair does make the face pop more.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and that line that people usually do before placing the eyes, nose and mouth really works. You should try it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I admit, the girl doesn't look like Hilary Swank neither the guy looks like Gerard Butler but hey, worth of try, right? Right? RIGHT????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ok... I think that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS://Happy Christmas Eve!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6766468861384976011-6931813027008279372?l=illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/feeds/6931813027008279372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/2008/12/miraculously-touching.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6766468861384976011/posts/default/6931813027008279372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6766468861384976011/posts/default/6931813027008279372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/2008/12/miraculously-touching.html' title='Miraculously touching'/><author><name>Janey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14895602053279320527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVEY3J8cNtI/AAAAAAAAAA4/h-dOoD3MNyo/S220/DSC00140.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVH5ToyO4NI/AAAAAAAAABQ/AIcOnzYARxw/s72-c/CCF12242008_00000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6766468861384976011.post-9124934842616660906</id><published>2008-12-23T07:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T21:04:01.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'>welcoming address and 'updates"?</title><content type='html'>So I thought that I should make a blog here in blogspot but I never would have really update it every now and then because thanks to my lazy fingers, they refuse to type a damn thing about my life but then again, I would have still try my best in keeping up with this whatever-so-called-typing-expressing-thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how this works and I don't think I have any reader now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Maybe I should try telling you (whoever YOU are) what happen to me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.....(should I start with waking up and brush teeth???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Someone please FIX this brain!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was suppose to attend my first driving test which is the computerized test with all those law crap 'bout the road. (I'm so sorry Anthea, I had to go first. My dad was so demanding!)&lt;br /&gt;Well guess what? I did go. (O.K. that was such a bad climax...)&lt;br /&gt;No, no... The thing is I was so nervous and not even planning to wake up until 2.30pm like what I did yesterday. I was so nervous that I would actually fail.&lt;br /&gt;Well guess what!!!! I P.A.S.S.E.D!!!!!! Thank Lord. yea, i know it's not that dramatic for a climax but... here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed with flying colours!!!! (is that better? i don't think so, huh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, OK so i'm not cut out to be a writer... so what? it's not like i'm born to be one. It's just a blog for keith's sake! I ain't going nowhere with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, my dad warn me if I fail he will not pay for the second exam. How cruel is that? But it does work. I actually passed. And not with flying colours just like Malay proverbs "nyawa-nyawa ikan".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I don't wanna talk about that anymore 'coz probably you'll stop reading anyway. hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the stressful (not really) day. I went to hang at my friend's house which is across the highway with loads of brainless cars. I was so afraid of passing the roads without looking(well duh! how could you pass the road without looking. might as well pass away) right and left. but thank Lord again I passed safely. We talked and talked and talked and talked until we watch this movie called Angus, Thongs and Perfect Snogging (pretty interesting title isn't it?) and the actors were d.e.l.i.c.i.o.u.s.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron Johnson (Robbie) is to die for!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind me. I'm a girl so&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; it makes a lot of sense...&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the movie was hilarious with loads of snogging (i guess) and mortified moments (I hope that's correct..hii...). I just love the movie and I think most teenage girls do. Trust me, they will adore Robbie. He was just so sweet in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, Miza, watched this movie and she told me she wanted a boyfriend! well SO DO I??&lt;br /&gt;SADLY, I have my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vows&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason ask me whether I can draw or not... "i don't know, maybe you should see for yourself?"&lt;br /&gt;I might not be as good as Picasso or Da Vinci, but still learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, I did some sketching and inspired by Angus movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I might want a boyfriend with pale blue eyes (yea, in my dreams)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my scanner is not really good but what the heck, the drawing wasn't either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="preview" style="width: 240px; height: 315px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVERWbCQxNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5bHjNdpxINA/s320/sketch.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking down at my creation&lt;br /&gt;yes that's me... holding the is-that-a-guy's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't do a lot of shadows but I'm still learning. I think it's for me to read now so 'til tomorrow. IF... haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for keeping up with me. Thank Lord.&lt;br /&gt;Chao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6766468861384976011-9124934842616660906?l=illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/feeds/9124934842616660906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/2008/12/welcoming-address-and-updates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6766468861384976011/posts/default/9124934842616660906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6766468861384976011/posts/default/9124934842616660906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illumination-of-hallucination.blogspot.com/2008/12/welcoming-address-and-updates.html' title='welcoming address and &apos;updates&quot;?'/><author><name>Janey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14895602053279320527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVEY3J8cNtI/AAAAAAAAAA4/h-dOoD3MNyo/S220/DSC00140.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5dFg3jal21k/SVERWbCQxNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5bHjNdpxINA/s72-c/sketch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
