<?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-4522964593213302079</id><updated>2012-02-17T08:43:19.378+08:00</updated><category term='story'/><category term='poem'/><category term='drawing'/><category term='update'/><title type='text'>Whispers Under The Rain</title><subtitle type='html'>- when you whisper under the rain, nobody could hear you and the sound of the rain would wash everything away -</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Miki-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179586394699971379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SdSUUUkx5oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eydU1d8-VYk/S220/3fdb61cfbe0160_full.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4522964593213302079.post-4178501231708572168</id><published>2010-01-30T20:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T20:43:09.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- NEW BLOG - 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Hey guys,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;I've made a new blog - &lt;i&gt;My Life&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;From now on, I'll be updating that blog instead. .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Come and read my new blog, kays?! (n.n) &lt;a href="http://13-9-3-10.blogspot.com/"&gt;My New Blog&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Or&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://13-9-3-10.blogspot.com/"&gt;Click Here&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;- Signing out from this blog~ Bye-byes~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4522964593213302079-4178501231708572168?l=whispersundertherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/feeds/4178501231708572168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-blog-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/4178501231708572168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/4178501231708572168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-blog-2010.html' title='- NEW BLOG - 2010'/><author><name>Miki-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179586394699971379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SdSUUUkx5oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eydU1d8-VYk/S220/3fdb61cfbe0160_full.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4522964593213302079.post-2346491463153912005</id><published>2009-11-23T14:57:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T15:07:07.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bears' Collection. .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;My c&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;u&gt;ollection of bears~&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;My latest and newest and most precious and cute and favourite bear is,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SworiAEFSFI/AAAAAAAAAL4/5RXQetDBJPk/s1600/DSC01711.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SworiAEFSFI/AAAAAAAAAL4/5RXQetDBJPk/s320/DSC01711.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;A birthday gift from Michelle. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SworxLEnGZI/AAAAAAAAAMA/2KRgJPD1Qjs/s1600/DSC01713.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SworxLEnGZI/AAAAAAAAAMA/2KRgJPD1Qjs/s320/DSC01713.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Bear-bear (left) and Girl-girl (right) are gift from Danny and Michelle, respectively.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;ps:- I love teddy bear that are cute, adorable, soft, hugable. I can't handle bears that looks creppy, have huge bulgy eyes, and have a creppy smile. . &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; Remind me of a scary looking clown. .&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Let's move on~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SwosjWMfLJI/AAAAAAAAAMI/LLhEw9Y1VvM/s1600/DSC01714.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SwosjWMfLJI/AAAAAAAAAMI/LLhEw9Y1VvM/s320/DSC01714.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;These two bears are &lt;b&gt;HUGE! &lt;/b&gt;Both are gifts from my daddy when he came back from Vietnam. The teddy bear at the right is very &lt;b&gt;big &lt;/b&gt;and has lots of fur and is hugable! ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SwotEGtmOvI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/2TuZKtcrczI/s1600/DSC01715.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SwotEGtmOvI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/2TuZKtcrczI/s320/DSC01715.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;This teddy bear is my. . 2nd teddy bear. . My aunts gave it to me few years ago during one of my bday. . But this bear is very hard and it looks quite old liao. . But it's a gift from my aunts, so I just keep it. . In my bedroom. . Where I sleep at night. . On my dresser. . Looking at me while I sleep in bed every night. . &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Three of these teddy bears are wrapped with. . wrapper. My mom did it cuz she didnt want it to get dirty. . (-_-") Uhms, thanks mom? (&amp;gt;.&amp;lt;) Bcuz they're wrapped, I dont get to play with these teddy bear so often. . Haiz~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SwouDfUpwfI/AAAAAAAAAMY/d1fIk30dxjw/s1600/DSC01717.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SwouDfUpwfI/AAAAAAAAAMY/d1fIk30dxjw/s320/DSC01717.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Yes, those are Milos, Lipton Tea, Nescafe, and some other beverage. Yes, this is my &lt;i&gt;kitchen. &lt;/i&gt;And yes, those are my bears on top. LOL. We kept some of those small cute bears on our kitchen shelf.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/Swousa-Bn7I/AAAAAAAAAMg/gRyjXN7xDKY/s1600/DSC01716.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/Swousa-Bn7I/AAAAAAAAAMg/gRyjXN7xDKY/s320/DSC01716.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;From left to right) Koala bear, Kit-Kat bear, and. . two bears. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;The Kit-Kat bear is a bear that came with the purchase of a box of Kit Kat Chocolate. Mom originally wanted to gift it to an aunt, but. . (T-T) The bear was so cute, I wanted it for myself. So, I had mom to give it to me. I used to play with the bear quite often until one of its hand bcum &lt;i&gt;'cacat' &lt;/i&gt;and the stuffing came out. . Now, it sits on our kitchen shelf.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;The other two bears aren't mine. . They're my mom's. From my dad. During anniversary and. . valentine day, I think. .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/Swov1U_BDWI/AAAAAAAAAMo/y9T_Um4H6DM/s1600/DSC01719.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/Swov1U_BDWI/AAAAAAAAAMo/y9T_Um4H6DM/s320/DSC01719.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;This is my &lt;b&gt;Kemahiran Hidup &lt;/b&gt;project (Form 3). And it now house my. . koala, snoopy and. . and a toy? LOL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Lastly~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SwowaY3J6CI/AAAAAAAAAMw/jph29NdjrRY/s1600/DSC01720.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SwowaY3J6CI/AAAAAAAAAMw/jph29NdjrRY/s320/DSC01720.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;You are still looking at my kitchen shelf. It holds our glass. . (&amp;gt;.&amp;lt;) Don't ask me why, it was my mom's idea of keeping bears in the kitchen. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;This is really my precious collection. The doll, the puppy and the bear are gifts from my aunts and grandmama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;The bear next to the glass is a gift from my grandmama during my bday, years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;The doll has a 'key' at her back so that it can be 'winded', and after that, it can moves it head in a. . clockwise direction. It is super creepy. . (&amp;gt;.&amp;lt;) But it's cute!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&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/4522964593213302079-2346491463153912005?l=whispersundertherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/feeds/2346491463153912005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/11/bears.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/2346491463153912005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/2346491463153912005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/11/bears.html' title='Bears&apos; Collection. .'/><author><name>Miki-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179586394699971379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SdSUUUkx5oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eydU1d8-VYk/S220/3fdb61cfbe0160_full.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SworiAEFSFI/AAAAAAAAAL4/5RXQetDBJPk/s72-c/DSC01711.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4522964593213302079.post-8874591360322902540</id><published>2009-11-21T20:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T22:56:51.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Gifts~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;The first present I received is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;From my mom. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SwfM1BXQPMI/AAAAAAAAALY/ESSftqDox_U/s1600/DSC01728.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SwfM1BXQPMI/AAAAAAAAALY/ESSftqDox_U/s320/DSC01728.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; Contact Lens~ (not passport cuz. . too lazee wanna go to the dunoe-what-jabatan to do it. . so yeah! maybe passport next time ba~)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;- Received few days &lt;i&gt;before &lt;/i&gt;my bday. .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Thank you so much, mummy, I loved it. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;(ps: but sadly, until now hor, still kenot wear, I kenot get it in. . T-T yeah yeah, sue me! blek~ :-P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Second:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Of cuz, from my dad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SwfNq2K5LKI/AAAAAAAAALg/AV2jSigAyzI/s1600/DSC01721.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SwfNq2K5LKI/AAAAAAAAALg/AV2jSigAyzI/s320/DSC01721.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I waited for this like. . weeks ady~ I remembered crying for a few days when I got home from school, and my &lt;i&gt;precious &lt;/i&gt;PSP is still not here~ Then, two days (i think) before my bday, I just came out from my room and saw my dad smiling at me. . I looked around, and there!! It was there!! Sitting next to my lappy, was my new precious PSP!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I picked a piano black cuz I think the colour is really nice and classic. . My current fave game is: Crisis Core: Final Fantasy VII. . (Zack is super kiut!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Thank you so much to daddy for buying me this! I love it more bcuz it's a present from you!~&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Muackss to daddy and mummy~~ F.A.M.I.L.Y always~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Thirdly, and of course, one of my fave!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;From my best and closest friend, Michelle!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SwfO9TgOuqI/AAAAAAAAALo/JH-qZaN6qHk/s1600/DSC01712.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SwfO9TgOuqI/AAAAAAAAALo/JH-qZaN6qHk/s320/DSC01712.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;A super &lt;i&gt;cute &lt;/i&gt;teddy bear from Michelle~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I totally love it! It's totally hug-able, super cute, and nice! Nice! NICE! Smell so nice~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I wanted to name it "&lt;i&gt;bear-bear&lt;/i&gt;" but. . I already had a bear named that and Mich said to name it something girly oo~ I thought about Miki and Michelle, but in the end, went with the name "&lt;i&gt;girl-girl&lt;/i&gt;". .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;But my brain &lt;i&gt;sot-sot &lt;/i&gt;de, sometimes, I wont be able to remember my bears name. . But this time, I remembered, bcuz it's super special~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Lastly is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;A necklace from my aunts. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SwfQPVzJVzI/AAAAAAAAALw/is3CkqDvhaU/s1600/DSC01722.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SwfQPVzJVzI/AAAAAAAAALw/is3CkqDvhaU/s320/DSC01722.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;My aunts never failed to give me present every single time. . I'm really grateful to them. . (^^) Thank you~ Thank you~ (but I dont think they know about my blog, so thay wont be able to see this, lol!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;The phoned me and asked what I want. . I dont know what to say, lol~ Haiz~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;This necklace was bought at ISetan. . And. . it costs RM99.90. . . . *speechless* omgosh! A RM10 necklace also okay ady de. . Pretty ady also can liao. . No need so expensive. .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;(&amp;gt;.&amp;lt;) They always buy expensive expensive clothing for me. . I'm so grateful and thankful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Then, uhms, wanna thank those who wished me a happy bday~ Thank you ♥ Thank you !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Some of those who wished me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Michelle ♥ (wished me few hours before 12am, at her house, while giving me the gift!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Wilson ♥ (his msg is something like this: "no brain, happy bday." thx alot! LOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Christine ♥ (eventho she no credit, she go curi from her sis and wished me! LOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Irin ♥ (she wished me 5 days after my bday, can't blame her, she go boarding skol, at least she didnt forget! thx!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Zacque ♥ (at MSN, using the handwriting option, eventho not &lt;i&gt;so &lt;/i&gt;nice, but it's the thought that counts, haha~)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Shu Juan Jie Jie ♥ (on FB! Thank you for remembering. . T-T I didnt even wish you on your bday, sorry~ Uhms, wish you now, can mar? &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; Happy &lt;i&gt;Belated &lt;/i&gt;Birthday~)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Tan Wei Xiang ♥ (on FB!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Zhi Lynn ♥ (sent me an email, an e-card, thanks you!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Jason ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Macvee ♥ (hehehe~ so happi~ thank you~) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;(I'm pretty sure I missed few people who wished me, but regardless, those who are not listed here, sorry~ But, still, thanks!~ If I forgot to list you, and you wanna get listed, comment me or in the chatbox oo~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Thank you for everyone wishes and present for me!~ I had a great bday this year~ ♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Hehehe. . Got one more person I wanna say thank you. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Eventho this person never gave me present hor. . (&amp;gt;.&amp;gt;) hehe~ (^^) but. . he wished me. . 5 time!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Danny ♥&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;(thank you so soo much~ I can't believe u wished me so many time. . Twice on MSN, Three times in SMS~ You wished me 5 times, and I said thanks 5 times! Hahahaha~ thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you~)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4522964593213302079-8874591360322902540?l=whispersundertherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/feeds/8874591360322902540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/11/birthday-gifts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/8874591360322902540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/8874591360322902540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/11/birthday-gifts.html' title='Birthday Gifts~'/><author><name>Miki-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179586394699971379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SdSUUUkx5oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eydU1d8-VYk/S220/3fdb61cfbe0160_full.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SwfM1BXQPMI/AAAAAAAAALY/ESSftqDox_U/s72-c/DSC01728.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4522964593213302079.post-9056059110942781890</id><published>2009-11-15T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T16:11:21.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday the 14th - A happier day than my birthday. .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;- The day didnt started out well. . Mom wasn't feeling so well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;- So, we went to buy mom some cough medicine. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;- After that, we ate &lt;i&gt;pan mee&lt;/i&gt; at Anggerik. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;- Then we went to Bandar Damai Perdana to buy me PSP games. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;(This remind me, I'm gonna have to have a post dedicated to my bday presents)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;- I bought &lt;b&gt;Crisis Core : Final Fantasy VII &lt;/b&gt;and &lt;b&gt;LocoRoco 2&lt;/b&gt;. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;- Went back home and blablabla Facebook blablabla..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Half of the day gone by~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;- Michelle sms-ed me. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;- And suddenly nia, sms me : "Wanna go lm ltr?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;- &lt;i&gt;speechless. . . few moment passed. . .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- &lt;/i&gt;Har??? You came back to Cheras liao meh??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- &lt;/i&gt;She said : Yeah, just onli came back. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;- I was like. . Oh. . ok. . LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;(^^) I'm so touched. . She came back to Cheras just to celebrate my birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;- It was raining so heavily, I wasn't sure how to get out from my hse. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;- Then my #1 mom, offered to send me there even tho she's not well. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;- &lt;u&gt;I LOVE MY MOM!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;- Finally, reached Leisure Mall (lm) at 7.30pm. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;- We ate, shop, and played. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;- And I bought my parents anniversary gift (which is 3rd or 5th of Nov, I'm not sure, they also not sure. . sigh~)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;- My dad came to lm to pick us up. . At 10pm. . My #1 dad. . He may be scary at time, but totally lovable and 'penyayang'. .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;- When we reached Michelle's house, she gave me back my books and. . a box. &lt;strike&gt;A present&lt;/strike&gt;. &lt;strike&gt;A gift&lt;/strike&gt;. A bday gift from her to me! Totally SWEET! I love Michelle so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;- She said : "One condition, do not open the bday gift until I reached my house."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;- When I was back home, without changing my clothes, I went and opened the box.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;- It was. . . *wait for suspense* TEDDY BEAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;- The teddy bear was soo hug-able, soft, and SUPER CUTE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;- Michelle knew I wanted a teddy bear that is hug-able so I can hug it. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;- Apparently, she searched all over Sunway just to find me a teddy bear. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;- (^^) Thank you so much!!&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/4522964593213302079-9056059110942781890?l=whispersundertherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/feeds/9056059110942781890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/11/saturday-14th-happier-day-than-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/9056059110942781890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/9056059110942781890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/11/saturday-14th-happier-day-than-my.html' title='Saturday the 14th - A happier day than my birthday. .'/><author><name>Miki-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179586394699971379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SdSUUUkx5oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eydU1d8-VYk/S220/3fdb61cfbe0160_full.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4522964593213302079.post-851884032141634934</id><published>2009-11-15T15:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T15:31:23.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday the 13th~ LOL - A happy and enjoyable but tiring day. .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Last day of exam : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;13th of November (Also a Friday the Thirteen)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - Add math paper 1 and History paper 1. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; - After that, me and Christine went to Sungei Wang (&lt;i&gt;Kam Ho&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; - We've been planning few weeks ago. .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - I bought my clothes to change at her house and went with bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - We reached at around 2pm and went to roller rink to find JJ (Jun Jack)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - Roller for 2 hour and a half when the boys (JJ and 4 other friends) wanted to sing K.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - Went up the &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;stairs&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/i&gt;from 3rd floor to 5th floor but kenot sing K cuz no more room ler, so we walked back down the &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;stairs&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/i&gt;from 5th floor to 1st floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - Went to eat McD and back to Times Square and went shopping for a bag. . In the end, didnt buy any bag also. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - Wanted to go back liao, but then. . suddenly, the boys all went and played Snooker. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - (=.='') I wanna go back liao, they still wanna play Snooker. . I damn &lt;i&gt;speechless &lt;/i&gt;jor. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - Sit there with Christine and waited lur. . I wan go back but JJ said wait oo. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - Wait lur. .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - Wait sumor lur. .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - Wait. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - And waited. .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - FINALLY! One hour later~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - JJ and 3 of his friends took monorail back. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - One of his friend go home at 10pm. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - 7.15pm, I need to go to the bus stop but dunoe how, luckily the other friend who-stayed-until-10pm showed me where it is. . LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - So &lt;i&gt;jam~ &lt;/i&gt;Reached my house at 8.30pm. .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - When I got back, I &lt;i&gt;terus &lt;/i&gt;on my compy and played SDO-X.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - Played until 10.15pm, I got up and. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - And. . OMG! OMIGOSH! MY LEG!!! So heavy and pain and tired. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - I can barely move my legs. . It felt like elephant leg nia. . Zzzzzzz....&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/4522964593213302079-851884032141634934?l=whispersundertherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/feeds/851884032141634934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/11/friday-13th-lol-happy-and-enjoyable-but.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/851884032141634934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/851884032141634934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/11/friday-13th-lol-happy-and-enjoyable-but.html' title='Friday the 13th~ LOL - A happy and enjoyable but tiring day. .'/><author><name>Miki-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179586394699971379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SdSUUUkx5oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eydU1d8-VYk/S220/3fdb61cfbe0160_full.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4522964593213302079.post-7040952106548971998</id><published>2009-11-01T22:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T22:19:46.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Requesting birthday presents. .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Every October, I would &lt;i&gt;never &lt;/i&gt;forget to ask my parents, "What are you buying me for my bday present?" and they would always answer, "What you want?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;This year, I really wanted a PSP. .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I've been ranting to my mother about a PSP for almost one week. . About how I wanted to play Persona 3: Portable and Kingdom Hearts: Birth By Sleep. .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;(But, if KH:BBS not nice how ar? I scare it uses the card deck system like KH: COM. . And if P3P doesnt come out in english version, how ar? There's so much to worry about. . )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;And mom eventually told my dad and dad decided to buy me a PSP for birthday. . So yeah, for sure I'll be getting a PSP. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;As for mom. . I don't know what I want anymore. . At first, I thought why not let mom and dad share to buy me a PSP. . But then, I'm too greedy, I do want a present from mom alone. . Mom asked me one morning, "What you want? You tell me la." I replied, "I don't know. . What you wanna buy for me?" (Lol) Then she said, "If I say I buy you a school bag I'm sure you don't want de." I started shouting. "Don't. Don't! Don't le. . If school bag, I can buy myself!" I begged, "Don't arr...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;And I've thought of various thing. . There is something that I wanted. . It's a video recorder/camcorder. . But, it's too expensive for mom to buy me, so I decided not too. . I've also thought of getting a PC Tablet but then I thought that I won't need it. . What do I want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I want to go on vacations with my family. . I want mom and dad to be happy. . I want Michelle. .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;(=.='') &lt;i&gt;sigh~ &lt;/i&gt;How nehs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;So, tonight, I thought. . Ok lah! "Mom, get me a passport."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;But it's not confirm de lor, might change my mind again. .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;That's all. .&lt;/span&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 style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;The end~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&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/4522964593213302079-7040952106548971998?l=whispersundertherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/feeds/7040952106548971998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/11/requesting-birthday-presents.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/7040952106548971998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/7040952106548971998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/11/requesting-birthday-presents.html' title='Requesting birthday presents. .'/><author><name>Miki-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179586394699971379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SdSUUUkx5oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eydU1d8-VYk/S220/3fdb61cfbe0160_full.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4522964593213302079.post-5110325817760275816</id><published>2009-10-19T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T13:01:52.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>* UPDATES 4 *</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;As you can see, I've changed the layouts, again. . =.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I missed this layout so much. . There's a slight different than my previous one if you've notice. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Anyways, that's it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4522964593213302079-5110325817760275816?l=whispersundertherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/feeds/5110325817760275816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/10/updates-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/5110325817760275816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/5110325817760275816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/10/updates-4.html' title='* UPDATES 4 *'/><author><name>Miki-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179586394699971379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SdSUUUkx5oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eydU1d8-VYk/S220/3fdb61cfbe0160_full.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4522964593213302079.post-5309121985973142827</id><published>2009-10-17T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T00:14:22.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to be me. . (warning: boys from my class, dont read if u dun wan to get offended)</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;- Send me to &lt;i&gt;hell. . &lt;/i&gt;I don't care anymore. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I only loves my parents and my girls. . Michelle. . Christine. . Irin. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Yes, I hate boys, especially those from my class. . They're self-centred creatures. .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;I'm trying to be less annoying while being myself. .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;My parents are like god. And Michelle and Christine are like angels. .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Irin is like a sunflower, because she always smile and shines.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't need a boyfriend, rite? What's the point? I'll just get hurt, again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;A friend told me, "&lt;i&gt;If you're just gonna end up getting hurt and hurting someone, what's the point&lt;/i&gt;?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4522964593213302079-5309121985973142827?l=whispersundertherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/feeds/5309121985973142827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/10/trying-to-be-me-warning-boys-from-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/5309121985973142827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/5309121985973142827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/10/trying-to-be-me-warning-boys-from-my.html' title='Trying to be me. . (warning: boys from my class, dont read if u dun wan to get offended)'/><author><name>Miki-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179586394699971379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SdSUUUkx5oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eydU1d8-VYk/S220/3fdb61cfbe0160_full.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4522964593213302079.post-8904205747139725872</id><published>2009-10-13T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T20:25:31.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this. . a disease?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Holiday is finally over. . We were suppose to have one week and two days of holiday because the form 3 were having PMR. . Today is the last day of holiday and school will re-open tomorrow. .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm not feeling so well now. . I feel so light-headed and I'm shivering cold. . (&amp;gt;.&amp;lt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Why nehs? This is already the 2nd or 3rd time this happen to me. Last time, when it was also the last day of holiday, I also not feeling well, like a fever is coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Zzz. . Can this be the "cannot-go-to-school-tomorrow" disease?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;(=.='')&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Congratz to those form 3 for finally finishing their PMR. .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;A word of advice from me as ur 'senpai', PMR is kacang putih, you all wait lar, next year, you all will suffer ar! Add math is sooo HARD! (&amp;gt;.&amp;lt;) Jy Jy to all going-to-be form 4!&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4522964593213302079-8904205747139725872?l=whispersundertherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/feeds/8904205747139725872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/10/is-this-disease.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/8904205747139725872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/8904205747139725872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/10/is-this-disease.html' title='Is this. . a disease?!'/><author><name>Miki-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179586394699971379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SdSUUUkx5oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eydU1d8-VYk/S220/3fdb61cfbe0160_full.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4522964593213302079.post-5412634029403738586</id><published>2009-10-03T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T00:36:22.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>* UPDATES 3 *</title><content type='html'>In just a matter of minutes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed the layout again. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SsYqZK4tcCI/AAAAAAAAAKw/CtaaE1CXVJc/s1600-h/Update+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SsYqZK4tcCI/AAAAAAAAAKw/CtaaE1CXVJc/s400/Update+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4522964593213302079-5412634029403738586?l=whispersundertherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/feeds/5412634029403738586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/10/updates-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/5412634029403738586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/5412634029403738586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/10/updates-3.html' title='* UPDATES 3 *'/><author><name>Miki-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179586394699971379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SdSUUUkx5oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eydU1d8-VYk/S220/3fdb61cfbe0160_full.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SsYqZK4tcCI/AAAAAAAAAKw/CtaaE1CXVJc/s72-c/Update+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4522964593213302079.post-5427610693805955120</id><published>2009-10-03T00:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T00:18:43.691+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><title type='text'>* UPDATES 2 *</title><content type='html'>Changed the background. . but uhms. . I might change it back. . Cuz not nice lur. . But I worked realli hard on this. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SsYns4085VI/AAAAAAAAAKo/cTLJbJU-0P4/s1600-h/ALL+OF+US_modified.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SsYns4085VI/AAAAAAAAAKo/cTLJbJU-0P4/s320/ALL+OF+US_modified.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And becomes :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SsYlIubQLLI/AAAAAAAAAKg/4eQLiODSXA0/s1600-h/Update+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SsYlIubQLLI/AAAAAAAAAKg/4eQLiODSXA0/s400/Update+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4522964593213302079-5427610693805955120?l=whispersundertherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/feeds/5427610693805955120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/10/updates-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/5427610693805955120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/5427610693805955120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/10/updates-2.html' title='* UPDATES 2 *'/><author><name>Miki-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179586394699971379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SdSUUUkx5oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eydU1d8-VYk/S220/3fdb61cfbe0160_full.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SsYns4085VI/AAAAAAAAAKo/cTLJbJU-0P4/s72-c/ALL+OF+US_modified.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4522964593213302079.post-2033676971970946634</id><published>2009-10-01T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T15:08:14.038+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>My flowers. .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I am a garderner. . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I like to be with my flowers and spends time with them, because they are precious to me. .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Some flowers are easy to take care while some are much more difficult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;If I take care of them well, they'll bloom beautifully. And it always make me smile when I see my flowers blooming happily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I have a few precious flowers.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;One of my precious flower is beautiful. It had bloom few years ago and still remain as one of my most precious and most beautiful flower. This flower is currently in another greenhouse to be taken care of.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I used to have two precious flowers in the past. One of them was an orchid and another was a bellflower. Around 6 years ago, the orchid was taken away. After that, I've obtain the bellflower. I never cared much about the bellflower, but soon it's beauty mesmerized me. After almost two years, I've moved to another place and the bellflower never came with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I've met three beautiful flowers after that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;After obtaining them, I've decided to take extra good care of them. One of the flower is blue, another is yellow, and another one is red.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;The blue-flower is one of the most beautiful and graceful flower I met. It is rather hard to take care of. This flower is too delicate. I'm afraid I might drown it if I water it too much or accidentally crush it when I'm handling it. But when this flower bloom, it is a very precious sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;The yellow-flower is a tiny and cute flower. It is easy to take care of. It needs sunlight but doesn't require much watering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;The red-flower is the one I spend most of my days with. It seems so carefree as it dances around the pot. This flower helps me whenever I'm sad. It has the abilities to make me smile. When I see this flower, I couldn't help but smile at it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;The yellow-flower and red-flower is currently in another greenhouse to be taken care of. Occasionally, these two flowers would be returned to me for a few days while the greenhouse caretaker are having holidays.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I hope to some day reunite with these three of my flowers. They are so very precious to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4522964593213302079-2033676971970946634?l=whispersundertherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/feeds/2033676971970946634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-flowers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/2033676971970946634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/2033676971970946634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-flowers.html' title='My flowers. .'/><author><name>Miki-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179586394699971379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SdSUUUkx5oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eydU1d8-VYk/S220/3fdb61cfbe0160_full.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4522964593213302079.post-7891324141695206995</id><published>2009-09-18T21:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T21:23:16.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;I want to wish. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Selamat Hari Raya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Happy Holiday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&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/4522964593213302079-7891324141695206995?l=whispersundertherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/feeds/7891324141695206995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-want-to-wish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/7891324141695206995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/7891324141695206995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-want-to-wish.html' title=''/><author><name>Miki-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179586394699971379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SdSUUUkx5oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eydU1d8-VYk/S220/3fdb61cfbe0160_full.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4522964593213302079.post-3472676460172988898</id><published>2009-09-18T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T21:19:06.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know anymore. .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;It's a 10 days holidae starting from this friday (18/9/09) until sunday (26/9/09). .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I soo wanted to go out. . But nobody wanna go with me. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I miss my friends. . I wanted to see them so much. . I wanna play with them, laugh with them, and be with them. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Yesterday, at school. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;One of my best friend was crying all of a sudden. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;And. . I couldn't even comfort her. . I was useless and I'm helpless. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Then, came another friend. . He was able to comfort her. . Help her feel better. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;While I was just standing outside the room, looking from the inside. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Eventually, I left her with the another friend, and went to the next class. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I felt like I've failed as her friend. . I don't know what she want or what she feels. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;If you're reading this, I want to say :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;"I'm sorry, I couldn't help you. . Sometimes, I just don't understand you. And I know I'm useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;But, I like you. . That's why, I still wanna be your friend no matter what. ."&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/4522964593213302079-3472676460172988898?l=whispersundertherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/feeds/3472676460172988898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-dont-know-anymore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/3472676460172988898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/3472676460172988898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-dont-know-anymore.html' title='I don&apos;t know anymore. .'/><author><name>Miki-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179586394699971379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SdSUUUkx5oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eydU1d8-VYk/S220/3fdb61cfbe0160_full.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4522964593213302079.post-3722658682246235257</id><published>2009-08-23T14:45:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T15:10:04.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's back. .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;M.I.C.J. in position. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Michelle and Irin both came back during the holiday. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Saturday (22 August)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Michelle came back at around 5.30pm. . And I went to her house at 7pm and goes to Pasar Malam with her. . She brought gifts for me, Christine and Irin. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Sunday (23 August)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Stayed at home and played Facebook. . Until. . 6.30pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Michelle called and asked whether want to go Leisure Mall? We thought about watching movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I went to her house at 7.00pm and we went to take bus, together with her brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We watched UP from 9.15pm until 11.05pm. The movie is funny. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Monday (24 August)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- We've already planned to go Fun Fair since last Saturday night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Michelle, Irin, Christine and me already planned it. . But then, Irin said her father don't let her go oo. . Something about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;puasa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and haven't completed her studies or sumthing like that. . (Zzz..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyways, Michelle came to my house at around 5.30pm and ate Maggie Mee (her lunch -.-'') at my house (LOL). Then my dad went and fetch Christine. We all haven't eaten dinner so, we decided to eat at Jusco. But then. . . When we arrived, the fun fair is. . at another place. . Which we cannot walk over to (from Jusco to the fun fair)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And so, we decided to go sing Karaoke instead. . We can sing from 7.15pm until 11.30pm, but we went back at 11pm cuz scare Michelle's daddy will scold her. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then, we sing alot oo. . Oh, and there's even a buffet. . We've had mee goreng, spagetti, crab, lamb, and soups. . We also had ice-cream. . Hehehe. . Christine took 5 scoops of ice-cream. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then we sing and sing oo. . Hahaha. . We had lots of fun. . But, it's too bad Irin can't come. . If she come, sure will be better de. . We'll ajak her again next time. . Half-way singing, I gave Michelle her birthday present. . She said she likes it and was touched, hehehe, I'm glad she is. (^^)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then the shopping centre already close liao. . Nobody liao. . Except people who are still singing K. . Quite scary. . Then we got down, but all doors closed jor. . But there's still people, workers, at the restaurants. . We ended up getting out from the Pizza Hut de back door. . LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We took a picture together. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Wednesday (26 August)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Michelle came to my house at 1.30pm to get her tuition papers back. . She borrowed me her tuitions works (Add Math and Physics) and asked me to do them. . She knew I was weak in Add Math. . After that, she went back to Shah Alam liao. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Miss me" she said. I will. . I always will miss her. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Thursday (27 August)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Went to Times Square with Christine, Jason, Danny, Aaron and Wilson. Then, we meet up with Irin at Times Square. First, we went to play Roller at Sungei Wang. From 11 something until 1 something P.M. I was quite happy cuz at first I didn't fall down while playing roller. Then, at the last 30mins, I started going crazy and went very fast (for me, it's fast!) and fell down few times. In the end, when it's almost time to leave, I skate very fast and I jumped! Yes, I jumped while I was still moving with a rather fast speed. And of course, I fell. Right on my butt sumor. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I cannot get up from the floor for a full 2 mins. (After that, I got blue black at my butt for a whole week!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kopitiam was next! We had our lunch there. Except for Irin, cuz she puasa mar. . She see us eat nia. . (=.='' paiseh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We went to bowling next. Aaron and Christine don't want to play bowling oo. . So only 5 of us (me, Irin, Jason, Danny and Wilson) But Aaron also got play! He stole my turns. . (-_-") Sumor he bowl hor, masuk the longkang de. . Christine went to arcade while we were bowling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Finish liao, we walk around and left Irin there. Cuz she need to wait for another 2 hour to go find her mummy (who is working somewhere at Jalan Raja Chulan, I think)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Me, Christine, Aaron, Jason and Danny took teksi. (Wilson went back liao with his mom) Eventhough teksi can only sit 4 people, we just squish inside. Thank goodness the teksi man let us (of coz oo, we paid extra for it!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then I didnt terus go home, I need to wait at 7/11 at the Bandar Damai Perdana, cuz the teksi didnt go into my house area. So I need to wait and catch a bus. Unfortunely, it was raining. . Zzzz. . Then, Aaron's sister, Carmen, came to fetch Aaron. Me and Jason tumpang her car. . XD she so good. . hehehe (^^)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When I reached my house liao, I was wet. Especially my jeans. . Wet liao~ Rain oo~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tak sampai 15 mins I reached home, daddy came back liao. . Then he said, "Ok, you all ready liao?" I was like. . SWT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I took the next 30 mins rushing to change my clothes and pack my bag, then. . we went to eat at Restaurant 118 nearby the Plaza Phoenix at Tmn Len Seng. . Then another 2 hour trip to Malacca. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Omgosh. . I was so tired. . !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sumor my HP no battery liao. . So HP need to off. . For 3-4 days while I was at Malacca. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sienzz. . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4522964593213302079-3722658682246235257?l=whispersundertherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/feeds/3722658682246235257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/08/shes-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/3722658682246235257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/3722658682246235257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/08/shes-back.html' title='She&apos;s back. .'/><author><name>Miki-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179586394699971379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SdSUUUkx5oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eydU1d8-VYk/S220/3fdb61cfbe0160_full.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4522964593213302079.post-3105061954716144088</id><published>2009-08-21T13:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T13:39:06.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shout out to the world: HOLIDAY LIAO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Finally. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;It's time. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Can you believe it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: trebuchet ms; 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I think maybe even more than 1 hour and a half. . I wasn't too sure because I didn't wear my watch. . But I know I had lots of times left, because when I was done, I had nothing to do and was twisting around on my chair, humming songs, and scribbling on my paper again. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And when I got home, me and mommy went to eat KFC at Angsana. . Well, I ate KFC, while she eats vegetarians. . But it didnt count as vegetarians anymore since she took a few bites on my chicken (LOL). .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We went to my grandmama's house. . Oh, how I missed her. . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How I missed that looks on her face. . How her voice sounds like. . How she was so compassionate that I couldn't help but had my heart melts. . How she always wouldn't allow me to eat snacks (no more than 1 piece of biscuit a day) and how she always makes me sleep early. . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How she always teaches me to grow up as a healthy and a good girl. . How I always make funny faces behind her backs. . How I used to say I hated her last time. . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But now, I missed her so much. . May the gods bless her. . She had done so much for me, and I loves her. . I love my family. . I love my friends. . (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know this is getting very mushy, skip this if you dont want to read any further&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll stop blabbing and will keeps those memories of our sweet past together in my heart. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4522964593213302079-707479747208323317?l=whispersundertherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/feeds/707479747208323317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-i-felt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/707479747208323317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/707479747208323317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-i-felt.html' title='How I felt. . ?'/><author><name>Miki-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179586394699971379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SdSUUUkx5oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eydU1d8-VYk/S220/3fdb61cfbe0160_full.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4522964593213302079.post-5675473311609767669</id><published>2009-08-17T23:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T21:14:40.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can it be?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-- "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt; better than &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have you ever feel that, &lt;u&gt;online&lt;/u&gt; friends are better than &lt;u&gt;real-life&lt;/u&gt; friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; I've answered '&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;', but. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maybe, just maybe, I might answered '&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;' if you ask me now. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(-_-") What should I do? There's a time when I feel like want to give up on real life and just escaped to MSN. . To online games. . To Facebook. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Life is just too complicated. . It's like I'm a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;lvl 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;human&lt;/span&gt;, while the whole world seems to be a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;boss of lvl 9,999,999&lt;/span&gt;. . Seems impossible to fight it back. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;If someone can just escaped from reality and hide inside virtual world, I'm sure lots of people would have done it already. . But they couldn't, (not without losing sanity, of course). .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why there's so many cases of people attempting to suicide almost everyday. .&lt;br /&gt;Well, everyone got to survive in the world. . And I might as well die trying to get through my life everyday. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who noes? Suddenly, a meteor falls down to earth, or animals suddenly create chaos and dominate the world. . Or hell breaks loose and all demons got unleashed on earth. .&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/4522964593213302079-5675473311609767669?l=whispersundertherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/feeds/5675473311609767669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/08/can-it-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/5675473311609767669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/5675473311609767669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/08/can-it-be.html' title='Can it be?'/><author><name>Miki-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179586394699971379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SdSUUUkx5oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eydU1d8-VYk/S220/3fdb61cfbe0160_full.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4522964593213302079.post-142385315793226752</id><published>2009-08-15T23:41:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T00:04:09.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random memories. . Very random. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SobXqaXvcAI/AAAAAAAAAJw/LXW07m9Cv28/s1600-h/DSC00155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SobXqaXvcAI/AAAAAAAAAJw/LXW07m9Cv28/s320/DSC00155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370216729319272450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Michelle drew on my hand. . This is called. . 'vandalism' XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;January 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SobXccq7CZI/AAAAAAAAAJg/7clU7NYTY08/s1600-h/DSC01436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SobXccq7CZI/AAAAAAAAAJg/7clU7NYTY08/s320/DSC01436.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370216489418426770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Got the habit to write on my hand liao. . Wrote my schedule for the day. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SobXhfBXtRI/AAAAAAAAAJo/KKTq48U6fXI/s1600-h/DSC01500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SobXhfBXtRI/AAAAAAAAAJo/KKTq48U6fXI/s320/DSC01500.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370216575948797202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Apparently, I liked to take pictures of my hand. . Maybe cuz my face is ugly, so I started taking pictures of my hand. . SWT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SobXt5zvxDI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/3FN8YXo4dR8/s1600-h/DSC01032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SobXt5zvxDI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/3FN8YXo4dR8/s320/DSC01032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370216789297841202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Cannot see de. . In heaven ar?! LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SobZImWVrKI/AAAAAAAAAKI/4Vbjn1MegBI/s1600-h/DSC01400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SobZImWVrKI/AAAAAAAAAKI/4Vbjn1MegBI/s320/DSC01400.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370218347442318498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Behind my school, kokurikulum activites "belajar membakar kentang"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;March 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SobY6u2TqTI/AAAAAAAAAKA/hLCkpjngpXE/s1600-h/DSC01278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SobY6u2TqTI/AAAAAAAAAKA/hLCkpjngpXE/s320/DSC01278.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370218109205719346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Chee Cheung Fan, brought by my daddy. . Look tasty rite?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SobazHyoJ1I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/GCMuteqLwzM/s1600-h/DSC01282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SobazHyoJ1I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/GCMuteqLwzM/s320/DSC01282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370220177485473618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Look delicious rite? Delicious rite?! T.T sob. . Makes me want to eat it. . But also abit tak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;sampai hati &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to eat because look so nice jor. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Because I didn't buy it, so what to do? Just take a picture oo. . It lasted longer. . Wakakakaka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;October 2008, at Jusco Cheras Selatan, Bees. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SobbgwO8F8I/AAAAAAAAAKY/BxK16O3fI48/s1600-h/DSC01373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SobbgwO8F8I/AAAAAAAAAKY/BxK16O3fI48/s320/DSC01373.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370220961435752386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- My favourite deparment at the shopping mall. . What's better than Candy &amp;amp; Chocolate? Ice-cream and snacks rite? Hehehe. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;From Jusco Cheras Selatan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4522964593213302079-142385315793226752?l=whispersundertherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/feeds/142385315793226752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/08/random-memories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/142385315793226752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/142385315793226752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/08/random-memories.html' title='Random memories. . Very random. . .'/><author><name>Miki-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179586394699971379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SdSUUUkx5oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eydU1d8-VYk/S220/3fdb61cfbe0160_full.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SobXqaXvcAI/AAAAAAAAAJw/LXW07m9Cv28/s72-c/DSC00155.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4522964593213302079.post-7209253208671043344</id><published>2009-08-15T22:50:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T23:39:35.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some memories. .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've promised to post more pictures but uhms. .&lt;br /&gt;My handphone's camera really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rosak liao&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not gonna break &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this &lt;/span&gt;promise. .&lt;br /&gt;So. . get ready! Lots of pictures are coming up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;These pictures are all past photos that I've taken.&lt;br /&gt;Some were just last week, some few months old, and some are even last year ago. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Enjoy!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are all precious memories. . For you and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SobMhJdTaZI/AAAAAAAAAI4/JJZwJSSHrfk/s1600-h/luv+ya%5E%5E050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SobMhJdTaZI/AAAAAAAAAI4/JJZwJSSHrfk/s320/luv+ya%5E%5E050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370204475532470674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- sitting in the middle of the road, in front of the school gates&lt;br /&gt;- taken February 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SobOxbAzk-I/AAAAAAAAAJA/O-Yx5_WD8gM/s1600-h/DSC01480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SobOxbAzk-I/AAAAAAAAAJA/O-Yx5_WD8gM/s320/DSC01480.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370206954145944546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- pasukan sekolah PBSM practicing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;berkawat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;with two extra 'monkeys' (XD) behind from pasukan Pengakap&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- taken July 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SobPkyWdqoI/AAAAAAAAAJI/WglPoVMAWUE/s1600-h/DSC01474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SobPkyWdqoI/AAAAAAAAAJI/WglPoVMAWUE/s320/DSC01474.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370207836584127106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wei Loon and Christine playing handphones at school. .&lt;br /&gt;- when 'BRAIN JUICE' game was famous in our school, everyone played the game, competing to see who can get higher score.&lt;br /&gt;- taken July 2nd 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SobR0mUKplI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/c4wBtW0uTwY/s1600-h/DSC01458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SobR0mUKplI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/c4wBtW0uTwY/s320/DSC01458.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370210307254429266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- when we've got kokurikulum, and was waiting for the teacher to arrive. .&lt;br /&gt;- taken June 25th 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SobVi9kbRaI/AAAAAAAAAJY/NXN8pS2heJA/s1600-h/DSC01464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SobVi9kbRaI/AAAAAAAAAJY/NXN8pS2heJA/s320/DSC01464.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370214402305508770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- after few mintues later. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- this is what happened when two gays got bored and started. . 'gay-ing' at the school foyer. (i'm kidding! XP)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4522964593213302079-7209253208671043344?l=whispersundertherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/feeds/7209253208671043344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/08/some-memories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/7209253208671043344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/7209253208671043344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/08/some-memories.html' title='Some memories. .'/><author><name>Miki-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179586394699971379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SdSUUUkx5oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eydU1d8-VYk/S220/3fdb61cfbe0160_full.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SobMhJdTaZI/AAAAAAAAAI4/JJZwJSSHrfk/s72-c/luv+ya%5E%5E050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4522964593213302079.post-4824728073744646813</id><published>2009-08-13T17:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T17:35:01.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd day of exam. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3rd day of exam. . (wondering if I'm going to write a post everyday during the exam, LOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm trying my best to keep this blog alive. . But I think I'm killing my readers. . Sorry for making you guys read so much letters and alphabets. . I know these days my posts are fulls of words. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today is Biology Paper 2 and Sejarah Paper 2. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm not gonna tell you how was it (because you'll find me complaining and complaining non-stop. .)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, I'll just describe it in two words : NOT good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyways, I had to stay back for choir practice. . And it was fun. . Wei Loon (my friend and classmate) was going to be our conductor during this performance. . I think he was nervous. . But he manage to make people laugh. . When I sing sing I look at him, I laughed. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But actually. . when Song Ching Wah (our choir conductor who couldn't make it this saturday and Wei Loon had to substitute for him) almost always manage to make me laugh more. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I remember when I first first masuk choir club, I see him conduct, I cannot stop laughing de! During midway of performances I also wanna laugh, but tahan tahan nia. . (^^) Hehehe. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wei Loon did better today than he was last tuesday. . (^^) Congratz!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We'll be singing this saturday sempena Hari Merdeka at our school at. . 7.45am! Early morning!~ (TT) Not only that oo, we'll be singing Bahtera Merdeka and. . Rasa Sayang. . Omgosh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yes, it's the song that goes, "Rasa sayang, hey, rasa sayang sayang hey~ " and so on. . LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I promise to upload more photos as soon as I get my handphone de camera working. . My hp's camera abit 'sot sot' de. . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4522964593213302079-4824728073744646813?l=whispersundertherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/feeds/4824728073744646813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/08/3rd-day-of-exam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/4824728073744646813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/4824728073744646813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/08/3rd-day-of-exam.html' title='3rd day of exam. . .'/><author><name>Miki-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179586394699971379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SdSUUUkx5oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eydU1d8-VYk/S220/3fdb61cfbe0160_full.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4522964593213302079.post-7233522057082961375</id><published>2009-08-12T20:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T21:43:31.234+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wrote this when I was doing my Chemistry exam. . I had spare times (why? because I don't know how to answer anymore questions so I kinda gave up and started scribbling at a piece of empty paper)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wrote this when half of my brain malfunctions because of the Chemistry exam. . The exam made my brain short-circuit. . So. . I know this is really bad and it barely rhythms but. . it just what I felt like writing. . To express some of my feelings. . Don't be so perasan and get offended. . (^^)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How can someone be that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;cruel&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I should've &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; loved you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now I'm trapped in this maze,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can't find my way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want my friends and my bao bei,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Go back and recall the troubles you make,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My tears had run &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;dried&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's time to find someone I &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My charming &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;prince&lt;/span&gt; will follow me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to shopping malls and never leaves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He will &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;love me&lt;/span&gt; forever more,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Make me &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;laugh&lt;/span&gt; and make me &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;warm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Loving someone isn't a crime,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;when you find the one in your life.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4522964593213302079-7233522057082961375?l=whispersundertherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/feeds/7233522057082961375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-wrote-this-when-i-was-doing-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/7233522057082961375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/7233522057082961375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-wrote-this-when-i-was-doing-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Miki-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179586394699971379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SdSUUUkx5oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eydU1d8-VYk/S220/3fdb61cfbe0160_full.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4522964593213302079.post-4240014254521804714</id><published>2009-08-12T20:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T20:51:44.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd day of exam. .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Chemistry paper 1 &amp;amp; 2 and EST paper 1. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When I got up at the morning, I was already 10 minutes late. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After 10 minutes rushing to get my clothes on and eating my breakfast, it started. . raining!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Heavy rain sumor. . With lighting sumor. . Every time I blinked my eyes, I see white lights flashing before my eyes (lighting oo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My mommy had to follow me down with an umbrella because the rain was just too heavy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All the time I was on my van, the rains got louder and heavier. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Worse, I was scared stiff whenever I saw the lightning. . It's not like I have phobia to lightning or that I hide in my closet whenever there's rain storm. . I was just startled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Worst, I sat right next to the door. . I had to open the door for the students to get in sumor. . It's like, I'm the doorgirl and I had to open up the door and close the door for the students. . I guess it wasn't only me. . People who sits beside the door had to become the doorman. . It's like. . a tradition. . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;RAWR! Because I had to open the door, I got wet and my hands are like ice because kena the rain. . So damn cold oo. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And as it rains, I begun to think about my day. I was having exam and I knew I didn't study enough. . And. . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was thinking, the rains and lighting might be a sign from god to ask me to study more. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And the more I think about it, the heavier the rains gets. . Call me crazy, I don't care. . Even if it was a sign from god, I didn't do anything. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And here I am, not studying!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Doing my blog and writing nonsense as the rains get heavier. . Yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's raining! Again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One day rain twice. . This morning and now (at 8.30pm). . Maybe it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; a sign. . For me to study. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's getting heavier again. . And I can't even watch Astro. . LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm not done writing my blog yet. . One last post before I go. . play FB! LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4522964593213302079-4240014254521804714?l=whispersundertherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/feeds/4240014254521804714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/08/2nd-day-of-exam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/4240014254521804714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/4240014254521804714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/08/2nd-day-of-exam.html' title='2nd day of exam. .'/><author><name>Miki-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179586394699971379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SdSUUUkx5oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eydU1d8-VYk/S220/3fdb61cfbe0160_full.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4522964593213302079.post-6226665977394837273</id><published>2009-08-12T20:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T20:35:46.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rawr. . Exam liao!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It's exam liao!! YES!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Omgosh, first day of exam was tortures. . Add math. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Paper 2 first, then paper 1. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I wasn't even trying when I got the paper 2. . I skipped questions and questions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;How can I be that stupid nehs?! Yes, I can. Because, I am stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Anyways, I was so carefree. . Like it wasn't even exam lai de. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I guess I was hoping that it was just an exercise. And teacher will come and give me the answers and all I had to do was copy it down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I was still half-awake and was dreaming. As if teacher will come running in the class and give me the answers to the exam. . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I make a mental note to myself that I will not only do my best in the exam but will also score high. . I didn't say I made a vow, because it'll sounds like I broke my own vows. . I don't like that. . But it's true, I wasn't able to keep my promise to a friend when she make me promise to study everyday! I'm sorry to her, and to myself. . If I won't study, then I will receive the consequences. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm 95% sure that I will fail my add math. . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The only thing I'm worrying about is whether I can get a score higher than my previous score (which is only 19%). .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Second days of exam was as worse as the first day. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Chemistry paper 2, English for Science and Technology paper 1, and Chemistry paper 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The day before my exam, I tried studying at home. I really took out my chemistry books. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But unfortunately, it was already late at night (around 11pm) when I took my books out. And I was sitting in front of my television. . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I ended up reading for only 15 minutes and the television manage to have my undivided attention until it was 1am. I tried reading again, but only manage to read the chapter 5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(Exam coming out chp 5 and chp 6 only)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And chapter 6 remains untouched. . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4522964593213302079-6226665977394837273?l=whispersundertherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/feeds/6226665977394837273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/08/rawr-exam-liao.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/6226665977394837273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/6226665977394837273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/08/rawr-exam-liao.html' title='Rawr. . Exam liao!!'/><author><name>Miki-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179586394699971379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SdSUUUkx5oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eydU1d8-VYk/S220/3fdb61cfbe0160_full.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4522964593213302079.post-376551581936614537</id><published>2009-08-08T12:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T21:43:12.393+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-- "I miss you so much it almost felt like a crime." --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I want a time machine. I want to go back in time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Yes, I have regrets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I want to go back and do the things I failed to do so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I want to tell someone what I actually felt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I want to apologize for the time when I hurt them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I was childish and now I regret the things I have done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This is life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No one can see pass the facade she created,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No one knows what she had done to them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Because behind that gentle warming smile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is a heart corrupted by malice and vile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She's trapped in this labyrinth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and will never find her way out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;screamed&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;shouted&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;struggled&lt;/span&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No one heard her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;ow can anyone hear her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;ven when she screamed so loudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;ost within the labyrinth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;lease, rescue her and take her away from this place!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4522964593213302079-376551581936614537?l=whispersundertherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/feeds/376551581936614537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-miss-you-so-much-it-almost-felt-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/376551581936614537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/376551581936614537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-miss-you-so-much-it-almost-felt-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Miki-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179586394699971379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SdSUUUkx5oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eydU1d8-VYk/S220/3fdb61cfbe0160_full.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4522964593213302079.post-8259435999017392623</id><published>2009-07-25T22:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T22:33:53.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings.. &amp; Wishes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SmsWOrmEWrI/AAAAAAAAAIw/C8FKha6bFMQ/s1600-h/quotes+jpeg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SmsWOrmEWrI/AAAAAAAAAIw/C8FKha6bFMQ/s320/quotes+jpeg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362404222791080626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This is dedicated to some of my friends.. (^^)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4522964593213302079-8259435999017392623?l=whispersundertherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/feeds/8259435999017392623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/07/feelings-wishes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/8259435999017392623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/8259435999017392623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/07/feelings-wishes.html' title='Feelings.. &amp; Wishes...'/><author><name>Miki-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179586394699971379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SdSUUUkx5oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eydU1d8-VYk/S220/3fdb61cfbe0160_full.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SmsWOrmEWrI/AAAAAAAAAIw/C8FKha6bFMQ/s72-c/quotes+jpeg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4522964593213302079.post-2772860167791236526</id><published>2009-07-25T22:15:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T15:41:29.193+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drawing'/><title type='text'>Drawing #3...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SmsUJIZqBYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/AyiucKyPwok/s1600-h/DSC01510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SmsUJIZqBYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/AyiucKyPwok/s320/DSC01510.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362401928421180802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- this was drawn quite long ago.. but I'm pretty sure it was this year.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SmsTrnR1OII/AAAAAAAAAIY/2DaE6qAaTC4/s1600-h/emerald+necklace+with+words.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SmsTrnR1OII/AAAAAAAAAIY/2DaE6qAaTC4/s320/emerald+necklace+with+words.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362401421313783938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I've colored only the necklace.. Because without the necklace, this picture will be very plain.&lt;br /&gt;Can you read the texts in this picture? lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4522964593213302079-2772860167791236526?l=whispersundertherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/feeds/2772860167791236526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/07/drawing-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/2772860167791236526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/2772860167791236526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/07/drawing-3.html' title='Drawing #3...'/><author><name>Miki-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179586394699971379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SdSUUUkx5oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eydU1d8-VYk/S220/3fdb61cfbe0160_full.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SmsUJIZqBYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/AyiucKyPwok/s72-c/DSC01510.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4522964593213302079.post-9150347704707995162</id><published>2009-07-22T22:13:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T22:18:48.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-NEW MOON- is coming...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(&gt;.&lt;) I love Twilight so much.. And now the 2nd movie, New Moon is coming, I'm just so excited. (Although, I prefer the book better than the movie itself.. But maybe the 2nd movie will outdo the 1st movie, and hopefully so..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SJ9afRgToxE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SJ9afRgToxE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="420" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4522964593213302079-9150347704707995162?l=whispersundertherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/feeds/9150347704707995162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-moon-is-coming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/9150347704707995162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/9150347704707995162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-moon-is-coming.html' title='-NEW MOON- is coming...'/><author><name>Miki-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179586394699971379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SdSUUUkx5oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eydU1d8-VYk/S220/3fdb61cfbe0160_full.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4522964593213302079.post-2128279480018455562</id><published>2009-07-18T21:14:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T15:41:12.373+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drawing'/><title type='text'>Drawing #2...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SmHK78bwuFI/AAAAAAAAAIA/k3CQNYq5YKY/s1600-h/hair+skin+face+clothes+acessory+4+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SmHK78bwuFI/AAAAAAAAAIA/k3CQNYq5YKY/s320/hair+skin+face+clothes+acessory+4+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359788162731259986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SmHObj1ItLI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/fxcKRcFEEVA/s1600-h/hair+skin+face+clothes+acessory+signature+background+6+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SmHObj1ItLI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/fxcKRcFEEVA/s320/hair+skin+face+clothes+acessory+signature+background+6+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359792004417500338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Another of my creation. This time, I used 'pen tool' instead of 'lasso tool'. It's easier and less frustrating.. I was rushing by the time I was colouring the skirt.. I didn't know what colour to use for her skirt and in the end, I went with green (just like her blouse). I wanted to have brown and green, because I think it suits her. The thing on her neck is a necklace with bell dangling. It was suppose to be the same as the thing around her waist/skirt but it doesn't look like it. Finally, it looked like this. (-.-'') Weird..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SmHMzTOU0jI/AAAAAAAAAII/gIWXkNazT4I/s1600-h/DSC01503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SmHMzTOU0jI/AAAAAAAAAII/gIWXkNazT4I/s320/DSC01503.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359790213253354034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is the drawing without the coloring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I started drawing with the shape of her face followed by her hair. I was thinking about Sakura from the Tsubasa Chronicle.. and ended up with this hairstyle.. Lol. She looked worried because.. Sakura was always worrying whenever Syaoron went to fight badies, so... LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This drawing was drawn long ago (around january or was it last year november?) compared to the drawing at my previous post, that drawing was drawn just 2 days ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The drawing from my precious post took more than an hour for the colouring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; This.. (-_-'') took a whole day. Yes, a WHOLE DAY! Lol.. But of course I got take breaks in between. I ate, watched animes, listen to song, chat, and took a nap. lolx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I took a picture of this drawing at 11.00am when I woke up. I finished everything at around 9.30pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Comment~ Comment~ Thx! (^^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: when I looked back at both of my drawing.. so weird.. both drawing have different style.. looked like got two different people draw de, am i right? do you feel the same?&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/4522964593213302079-2128279480018455562?l=whispersundertherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/feeds/2128279480018455562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/07/drawing-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/2128279480018455562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/2128279480018455562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/07/drawing-2.html' title='Drawing #2...'/><author><name>Miki-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179586394699971379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SdSUUUkx5oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eydU1d8-VYk/S220/3fdb61cfbe0160_full.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SmHK78bwuFI/AAAAAAAAAIA/k3CQNYq5YKY/s72-c/hair+skin+face+clothes+acessory+4+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4522964593213302079.post-2008129821922772208</id><published>2009-07-18T00:08:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T15:40:48.768+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drawing'/><title type='text'>Drawing...</title><content type='html'>Uhms, today at school very boring, so I drew a picture oo.. But the picture is incomplete.. The eye havent draw finish yet and the pants also not finish.. And, I was trying to draw a boy (I sucks at drawing boys because.. I just don't know how to draw boy/male lor.. Everytime I draw, it always look like girl de.. The drawing I drew also look like girl de, but actually.. it's a boy! XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I took a picture of the drawing using my hp (so the quality is crap) and transfer over to my lapty (computer = compy, laptop = lapty. LOL, weird?) via bluetooth. I have no scanner so.. I couldn't scan it. (T.T) I'm pretty sure if using a scanner, the quality would be wayy better.. Using hp (2.0 megapixel) to take picture isn't such a good idea, but no choice lur (-_-")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SmClEHvzm3I/AAAAAAAAAHg/djXIpdL8ePE/s1600-h/DSC01501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SmClEHvzm3I/AAAAAAAAAHg/djXIpdL8ePE/s320/DSC01501.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359465046788512626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the picture taken by my hp. The original drawing. It started with the head, the hair, continue to the shirt collar, tie and then his hands, then the pants. After that his right hand seems so weird (well, to be honest, the whole picture just seems weird so..) and then I thought of an idea. A little girl, holding his hand, caught his attention, and he (he's really a boy, at least, I've drawing him to look like a boy.. T.T he look like a TB nia.. sob sob) looked down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look closely, you can see that he's (a boy.. a boy!) wearing a earring on his left ear. And he's not smoking! He's eating a lolipop!! A very colourful and very sweet lolipop. Oh, he's also holding a bag on his right hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I went to photoshop to colour the drawing. It took me more than one hour to colour it. And not even the whole drawing. And let me say it out, IT'S NOT EASY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SmCnxITbWfI/AAAAAAAAAHo/SC2fjlAmBz0/s1600-h/hair+face+clothes+one+hand+eye+4+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SmCnxITbWfI/AAAAAAAAAHo/SC2fjlAmBz0/s320/hair+face+clothes+one+hand+eye+4+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359468019055286770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know how to properly use photoshop to colour a drawing. I never actually taken any graphic design class or anything. Anyway, I used the 'lasso tool'. It's something where u trace the outline and then u can colour in the background.&lt;br /&gt;I have to use the mouse to trace the outline and I can't let go of the mouse of it'll get messed up. By the way, it's my first time using photoshop to colour my drawing. I tried colouring a drawing drawn by a mangaka, and I was only able to colour the hair, then I gave up. I would appericiate if you would leave a comment about my drawing. If it's bad, then please just say it's bad. Be honest, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The head seems a bit too short, but when I draw it, his head was rather big. (He had a big skull) His hair colour is very... strange! (-_-'') I did something so wrong with his hair colour.. I only liked the shirt nia.. Nevermind, I don't want say ady.. Let you all say ba.. Comment~ Comment~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it's done, and I'm too lazy to colour his other hand, I went and play around with this and that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tada~~ I have no idea what I did but.. enjoy. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SmCryHWMB1I/AAAAAAAAAHw/MkcRk-D-9Hw/s1600-h/from+painter+classic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SmCryHWMB1I/AAAAAAAAAHw/MkcRk-D-9Hw/s320/from+painter+classic.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359472434024810322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yellow oo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SmCtFRWVk_I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Dv0odhMNAuM/s1600-h/from+painter+classic+to+photoshop+modified.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SmCtFRWVk_I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Dv0odhMNAuM/s320/from+painter+classic+to+photoshop+modified.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359473862638932978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;changed the colour a bit so wont look too yellow..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4522964593213302079-2008129821922772208?l=whispersundertherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/feeds/2008129821922772208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/07/drawing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/2008129821922772208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/2008129821922772208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/07/drawing.html' title='Drawing...'/><author><name>Miki-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179586394699971379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SdSUUUkx5oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eydU1d8-VYk/S220/3fdb61cfbe0160_full.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SmClEHvzm3I/AAAAAAAAAHg/djXIpdL8ePE/s72-c/DSC01501.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4522964593213302079.post-1837476637699151468</id><published>2009-07-13T15:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T15:44:05.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A rather eventful day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm back!!~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wahahaha.. Almost one month ady.. The blog like.. got abandoned liao.. Kelian de my blog..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyways~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Did anyone miss me? XD It's not like I've been anywhere.. &gt;.&lt; Haha, this is stupid.. Nvm, continue on~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhms, last saturday (11/7/09) is a.. rather eventful day.. I think. I went to extra history lesson at school. I have to take public bus by myself.. (&gt;.&lt;") Somemore, when I went onto the bus, no chinese, no female.. What larr.. Luckily, nothing bad happened to me.. Thank god!~ I reached school at around 9.15am and have to wait for teacher in front of the class for almost an hour. Then when teacher came, (-.-'') so unlucky, we got no electricity.. So what to do? We have to sit and study without the fan lor.. Yeah it's hot, but atleast it wasn't 12 noon.. SWT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when finish lesson ady, wilson, danny and jason asked want go makan or not.. But I lazy wan go back by bus again.. alone.. (T.T) Zzz.. I said nvm and I tumpang teacher's car.. (&gt;.&lt;") But actually, I want go makan de.. Sumor so hungry lei.. Zzz.. My breakfast at 8am was a small potato bun.. SWT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I went back home and had my lunch which is.. maggie mee. Cooked by my mum.. Wahahahaha. Then I went online and found.. this girl hor.. she came back home ady also didnt tell me.. Yalar, I know that you were going back to your boarding school tomorrow, but.. still.. Irin~ Miss you lei.. Sumor you know how long I didnt talk to you ady mar.. Didnt hear your cute voice for so long ady.. Didnt see your baby face so long ady.. Anyways, we talked for a short while and then I busy ady..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Michelle smsed me.. (-.-'') and... (^^) she said she's coming back to cheras todae.. Then few hours later, she came back to her cheras home and she online at MSN and we talked.. After many many minutes later, we decided to go to pasar malam together. I went over to her house at 5.45pm and I stayed at her house until 6.30pm. She played her piano for me, sang songs, and showed me her drawings and stories. And.. she gave me this necklace with 'Jolin" written on it.. (^^) hehehe.. so happy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We went to pasar malam and we 'ta pau' some foods. Then I bought two dvds (pirated or original, u think lei?) which is Ice Age 3 and The Proposal.. I definitely recommended The Proposal because it's very funny! (^0^) And I also bought hair accesories and a Rubik's Cube (3x3x3).. I still can't get all 6 solid colours... Zzz.. (T.T)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;That's all for my eventful day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeah, I know this post is rather long, plus no pictures also..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Those who read my posts until the end de.. I very 'kagum' with you all.. Bcuz even I also lazy want re-read it all over again.. SWT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4522964593213302079-1837476637699151468?l=whispersundertherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/feeds/1837476637699151468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/07/rather-eventful-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/1837476637699151468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/1837476637699151468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/07/rather-eventful-day.html' title='A rather eventful day...'/><author><name>Miki-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179586394699971379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SdSUUUkx5oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eydU1d8-VYk/S220/3fdb61cfbe0160_full.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4522964593213302079.post-562000051634785857</id><published>2009-06-14T19:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T20:40:33.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Holiday Schedule...</title><content type='html'>01/06/09 (Monday)&lt;br /&gt;- Went to Genting Highlands, school trip, with Christine, Danny and Jason. A one-day trip. Came back to KL at around 1am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02/06/09 &amp;amp; 03/06/09 &amp;amp; 04/06/09 (Tuesday &amp;amp; Wednesday &amp;amp; Thursday)&lt;br /&gt;- Free. At home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05/06/09 (Friday)&lt;br /&gt;- Went back to Malacca. For my uncle's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06/06/09 (Saturday)&lt;br /&gt;- My uncle's wedding dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07/06/09 (Sunday)&lt;br /&gt;- Coming back from Malacca to KL. But before that, we celebrated my mom's birthday at Malacca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08/06/09 &amp;amp; 09/06/09 (Monday &amp;amp; Tuesday)&lt;br /&gt;- Free. Stayed at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10/06/09 (Wednesday)&lt;br /&gt;- Went to Times Square with Christine, Irin, Joanne, Aaron, Danny, Jason and Wilson. Watched two movies; Night at the Museum 2 and Terminator Salvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11/06/09 (Thursday)&lt;br /&gt;- Went to Genting Highlands, again. With my uncle, aunt, grandmother and my mom. Played at Indoor Theme Park. And stayed at Pangsapuri Ria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12/06/09 (Friday)&lt;br /&gt;- Coming back from Genting Highlands to KL. Before we goes back to my home, we went to Jusco Cheras Selatan. We sang K and watched Night at the Museum 2, again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13/06/09 (Saturday)&lt;br /&gt;- Went to a party that Jason invited. Me, Irin, Nicholas (Irin's brother), Christine, Michelle, Wilson and Jason were there. My first time drinking beer.. But I didn't drink the whole can, I just drink until half only.. So, I'm not drunk also.. Hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14/06/09 (Sunday)&lt;br /&gt;- Last day of holiday, stayed at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed at home : 6 Days&lt;br /&gt;Went out : 8 Days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4522964593213302079-562000051634785857?l=whispersundertherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/feeds/562000051634785857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-holiday-schedule.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/562000051634785857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/562000051634785857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-holiday-schedule.html' title='My Holiday Schedule...'/><author><name>Miki-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179586394699971379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SdSUUUkx5oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eydU1d8-VYk/S220/3fdb61cfbe0160_full.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4522964593213302079.post-8626149784142803891</id><published>2009-06-14T17:59:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T20:40:33.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've survived Genting Highlands.. again!!!!</title><content type='html'>Yup yup!! I went to Genting Highlands, again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wo0t!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 11th June, thursday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle and aunt (the newly wed, rmb?!)&lt;br /&gt;invited me and my mom to go to Genting Highlands with them and my grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle, aunt and grandmother reached our house at around 1pm and we go to Genting Highlands at 2pm and reached there at around 4.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;We parked at the First World Hotel Car Park and went straight to the lobby.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunely, they do not have any room available. So, we could only stay for one day and have to go home at night.&lt;br /&gt;My mom called my dad and told him our misfortune, and my dad suggested that we find an apartment to stayed. My dad checked that there were still some room available at the apartment.&lt;br /&gt;Without wasting a single seconds, we drove to Pangsapuri Ria and found some available rooms. After placing our luggage in our rooms, we walked toward First World.&lt;br /&gt;We ate our.. lunch-dinner at MarryBrown nearby the entrance to the outdoor theme park.&lt;br /&gt;Soon, we brought our ticket; Indoor Theme Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SjTNk4kLMnI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Hvli8yS7GPo/s1600-h/P1060693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SjTNk4kLMnI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Hvli8yS7GPo/s320/P1060693.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347124691138720370" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - Me (left) My Grandmother (middle) My Mom (right) sitting the Rio Float.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played a few rides, including Euro Express; indoor roller coaster..&lt;br /&gt;We ride the roller coaster, with my grandmother! She's already 60++ years old and she played the indoor roller coaster.. Hahaha.! I'm proud of her~~ (^^)&lt;br /&gt;And next, we went for Haunted Mansion. (&gt;.&lt;) Omg, so scary you noe!! Embarassing, before they even started, I was already screaming.. &lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paiseh!!~~~~&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, we went and ate Bak Kut Teh, again!!!~~ Yeah, it's the same Bak Kut Teh shop as the one I went with Christine, Jason and Danny last monday.&lt;br /&gt;We wanted to watch Dreamz, a perfomance show at The Pavilion. But unfortunely, again, it's full house already.. Too bad.. I really really &lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really&lt;/font&gt; wanted to watch Dreamz!! (T.T)&lt;br /&gt;My uncle, aunt and grandmother went into the Casino. Only left me and my mom. She sat around while I walked around and around and &lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;around&lt;/font&gt;. Lots of people lining up for various rides. So many people, I don't feel like waiting and playing anymore. So I walked around!&lt;br /&gt;At 11.30pm, we walked back to our apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SjTYLk-Cx8I/AAAAAAAAAHY/yJMHObfZ51g/s1600-h/P1060681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SjTYLk-Cx8I/AAAAAAAAAHY/yJMHObfZ51g/s320/P1060681.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347136351009687490" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - My uncle, aunt, grandmother, mom and me~ In our apartment; Pangsapuri Ria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered that last week, while surfing the web, I came across some stories of Genting Highlands. One of the stories is about, an apartment is being construced and.. the workers that are building the apartment, many of them died while building it. And that if you encounter some people who asks you where are u staying, they will follow you back. Or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;The apartment where we are staying are very old and.. scary! The roof cracked and the water are leaking from the toilet. And the bed where I'm sleeping are pretty worn out. And if I sleep, when I just wake up, the first thing I see is... my face! Because, there's mirror in front of me!! Omg, how scary can it gets!!&lt;br /&gt;So basically, I couldnt sleep all night.. So, I was reading Eclipse all night long.. From 1am until 6am.. Never get to sleep at all. Only until 6am, I slept for awhile. I woke up again at 8.30am, with my back hurted. (-.-'') I'm &lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/font&gt; sleeping there again! First World Hotel was 5x better.&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, we got up and went back to KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SjTVf62eeYI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ew74G_PlzC8/s1600-h/P1060710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SjTVf62eeYI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ew74G_PlzC8/s320/P1060710.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347133401946028418" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - me and my aunt.. (&gt;.&lt;) we're so high above..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before going back to home, we went to Jusco Cheras Selatan.&lt;br /&gt;At around 2.30pm, we ate at Ichiban Ramen.&lt;br /&gt;At around 4.00pm, we sing K at Green Box until 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;At around 7.10pm, we watched Night at the Museum 2, again...&lt;br /&gt;We went home at around 9.30pm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4522964593213302079-8626149784142803891?l=whispersundertherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/feeds/8626149784142803891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/06/ive-survived-genting-highlands-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/8626149784142803891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/8626149784142803891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/06/ive-survived-genting-highlands-again.html' title='I&apos;ve survived Genting Highlands.. again!!!!'/><author><name>Miki-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179586394699971379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SdSUUUkx5oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eydU1d8-VYk/S220/3fdb61cfbe0160_full.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SjTNk4kLMnI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Hvli8yS7GPo/s72-c/P1060693.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4522964593213302079.post-5331623434399567421</id><published>2009-06-04T15:55:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T16:21:47.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've finally got my drug..</title><content type='html'>4th June 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I went to Leisure Mall today&lt;br /&gt;- Went to Popular&lt;br /&gt;- And. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Breaking Dawn~ And I've finally brought it!&lt;br /&gt;Breaking Dawn is the final book for the Twilight series by Stephenie Meyer.&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda sad to know that it has ended. I know that once I've read finish this book, I won't have anymore books to catch up with, no more going to Popular every week to check if the book is in store, no more burning the midnight oil just to finish one chapter of the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here's a picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SieCJDhOmEI/AAAAAAAAAEY/HPRmJnVn9Y8/s1600-h/Image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SieCJDhOmEI/AAAAAAAAAEY/HPRmJnVn9Y8/s320/Image016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343382574973491266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ My collection of Twilight Saga ]&lt;br /&gt;- The Breaking Dawn I'm holding is the one I just brought, still wrapped in transparent plastic and haven't been open, yet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4522964593213302079-5331623434399567421?l=whispersundertherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/feeds/5331623434399567421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/06/ive-finally-got-my-drug.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/5331623434399567421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/5331623434399567421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/06/ive-finally-got-my-drug.html' title='I&apos;ve finally got my drug..'/><author><name>Miki-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179586394699971379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SdSUUUkx5oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eydU1d8-VYk/S220/3fdb61cfbe0160_full.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SieCJDhOmEI/AAAAAAAAAEY/HPRmJnVn9Y8/s72-c/Image016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4522964593213302079.post-7149497284898674031</id><published>2009-06-02T18:38:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T21:51:54.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've survived Genting Highlands!!</title><content type='html'>01062009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to GENTING HIGHLANDS!&lt;br /&gt;Start at 7am, reached school..&lt;br /&gt;Danny and Jason was already there. Pn. Shameem (our class teacher) arrived with both her daugther, Sophia and Sonia (i'm not sure i spelled their names correctly), form 3 and form 1 respectively. Both looked more mature than me (form 4) haha!&lt;br /&gt;Christine (my sifu) soon arrived. We got onto the bus. Me and Christine sitting behind Jason and Danny.&lt;br /&gt;We stopped by Petronas on the way, and students went and bought snacks.&lt;br /&gt;Arrived at Genting Skyway (cable car) at around 9.15am.&lt;br /&gt;(We = Christine, Me, Danny, Jason [CJDJ]) haha!)&lt;br /&gt;We got into a cable car, and sat at the front side, where u get to see the views and where the cable car is headed to. Behind us, sat a family of four (dad, mom, two sons around the age of 8).&lt;br /&gt;It was so scarryy.. We sat in the front side, and therefore are able to see when the cable car are goin uphill or downhill.. Omgosh, so scary..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SiUmtzuVnWI/AAAAAAAAAD4/MgAC8piYxQg/s1600-h/DSC00579.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SiUmtzuVnWI/AAAAAAAAAD4/MgAC8piYxQg/s320/DSC00579.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342719101365493090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; [In the cable car, going up to First World]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;in the="" cable="" going="" up="" to="" first="" world=""&gt;And so embarassing.. I was screaming whenever I looked down, whenever we're going downhill, and whenever there's vibration. Even the kids behind us wasn't screaming, at all.. They didnt even scream, and I was scared stiff.. (&gt;.&lt;) Just thinking about it makes me feel so 'paiseh'.. We reached the peak, at first world. Our first destination when we reached first world is, Snow World. (-.-'') okay, it was freezing and I didn't enjoy much in there.. My shoe was wet, and the jacket provided smells like.. raw fish. Sushi. Lolx. How was I going to enjoyed. What worse, Sophia, teacher's daugther was throwing snow at me. I tried to enjoyed too, by throwing ice back at her and have fun. But she gone overboard.. She threw ice on me, behind my back.. My hair was all full of ice, my clothes, my back, and my ear.. Ice went into my ear.. My ear went numb and flush pink.. And worse, there's ice in my pant dammit.. And worst, the ice stinks. Oh, and the best part.. *laughing* we've lost our key for the locker.. [RM 50 fine if the key is &lt;/in&gt;&lt;in the="" cable="" going="" up="" to="" first="" world=""&gt;lost] Oh greats,&lt;/in&gt;&lt;in the="" cable="" going="" up="" to="" first="" world=""&gt; we need to pay RM50. (-.-") the boys took RM25 each.. We and the workers there went in again, to find the key. After 3 mins of searching, we finally found it. Thank goodness, we've saved RM &lt;/in&gt;&lt;in the="" cable="" going="" up="" to="" first="" world=""&gt;50.. But it's not over yet.. Keep reading..&lt;br /&gt;After snow world, we lost track of our teachers and our friends. People from SMKBDP were.. gone. We walked around trying to call the teachers. In the end, we reached Sonia, and asked her. Finally found them eating at 3th Floor. It was a buffet and something about penang food. We ate and waited for the teacher to get going.&lt;br /&gt;We went into the theme park next. We played at the outdoor.. This is gonna take three days three nights to talk about.. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/in&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SiUnapLBirI/AAAAAAAAAEA/I58DnzxmjOY/s1600-h/DSC00583.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SiUnapLBirI/AAAAAAAAAEA/I58DnzxmjOY/s320/DSC00583.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342719871627135666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; [Danny &amp;amp; Jason posing and acting silly]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;danny jason="" posing="" and="" acting="" silly=""&gt;&lt;in the="" cable="" going="" up="" to="" first="" world=""&gt;We walked and walked.. Corkscrew was closed on that day.. Our first game was archery.. Another embarassing thing.. I've already played archery for like 5-6 times.. But Christine, Danny, Jason was first-timers.. They were all better than me.. Especially Jason.. (-.-")&lt;br /&gt;Next, we went for the spinner.. My second time.. Haha.. The funny part about this was, I was singing "I believe I can fly~ I believe I can touch the sky~" while riding it.. Jason, who was sitting next beside me, was asking me to shut up.. Funny? Haha.. fun!&lt;br /&gt;Next, we went for cyclone.. I was already screaming before we start.. Hahaha!! It was short and fun.&lt;br /&gt;Next, Pirate Ship! The most fun ride! The ride wasnt as extreme as cyclone or corkscrew or space shot, but it was fun, because, we all made it fun. During the rides, everyone shouted so loud. Everyone raised up their hands. And it's like both the sides are competing. That was the most fun, cause everyone was rasing their hands and shouting together, like teamwork. The &lt;/in&gt;&lt;/danny&gt;&lt;danny jason="" posing="" and="" acting="" silly=""&gt;&lt;in the="" cable="" going="" up="" to="" first="" world=""&gt;ride's camera took pics and I brought it, RM25 gone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/in&gt;&lt;/danny&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SiUpJp-qbOI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/JuajlV_GsUk/s1600-h/Image013+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SiUpJp-qbOI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/JuajlV_GsUk/s320/Image013+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342721778809203938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;the&gt;[The picture I paid RM25|Everyone was shouting and raising their hands. It was the best thing at Genting Highlands this trip!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;danny jason="" posing="" and="" acting="" silly=""&gt;&lt;in the="" cable="" going="" up="" to="" first="" world=""&gt;We went to indoor and sat euro express, the roller coaster indoor. And next was bumper car. While waiting for the rides, we were talking about bak kut teh. (-.-") We were hungry and was suddenly craving for some bak kut teh. After bumper car, we went for bak kut teh.&lt;br /&gt;Funny right? We went to genting highlands, which are about 1850m above sea level to eat bak kut teh.&lt;br /&gt;After bak kut teh, it was about 8pm, we went to arcade. Danny and Jason used RM20 to play. The arcade doesnt use token, instead they use Ezi Card. They have to deposit RM5 for the card. When they played finished, they were supposed to give back the card and get back the RM5. Jason and Danny was very generous. They treated me and Christine to play at the arcade. After finish playing.. Jason's card got lost.. (-.-") Our bad luck doesnt end at the snow world, and now, we lost the arcade card. We wasn't able to find the card back and ended up losing RM5.&lt;br /&gt;Me and Christine treated Jason and Danny to play snooker.&lt;/in&gt;&lt;/danny&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;danny jason="" posing="" and="" acting="" silly=""&gt;&lt;in the="" cable="" going="" up="" to="" first="" world=""&gt;Yeah, SNOOKER!! In four of us, NONE of us know how to play snooker. We only knows that we have to use a stick and hit the white ball and pot in the other colour balls. We dont even know how to arrange the balls. Funny?! We ended up asking a kor kor nearby to help us.. Omgosh, so embarassing! After 1 hour, we still havent finish the game yet.. (-.-") Jason, Danny and Christine each got 4 balls in the hole.. And I got.. None!! (T.T) Played for 1hours and I got none of the ball into the hole..&lt;br /&gt;We next went to get some supper. We first went to Starbuck, but found nothing nice to eat and so we walked around. We saw a shop, and the guys brought drink. Christine brought a mineral water and ice-cream. I brought ice lemon tea. We stand around the lake, nearby the Venice Gondola, the ride that looks like a boat that goes around the lake. The view there was quite nice, and the atmosphere was great. We were all tired so we decided to rest for a while.&lt;br /&gt;At around 10pm, we went nearby the Rio Float station and waited there. We were supposed to &lt;/in&gt;&lt;/danny&gt;&lt;danny jason="" posing="" and="" acting="" silly=""&gt;&lt;in the="" cable="" going="" up="" to="" first="" world=""&gt;meet up with the teachers nearby the haunted mansion at 10.30pm. We found teacher waiting in the line to ride the Rio Float. Four of us sat down and chat and so on. It was peaceful and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/in&gt;&lt;/danny&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SiUoAz5efgI/AAAAAAAAAEI/6HPQowQ4pBM/s1600-h/DSC00588.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SiUoAz5efgI/AAAAAAAAAEI/6HPQowQ4pBM/s320/DSC00588.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342720527341354498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; [Picture of us sitting nearby Rio Float|I look odd in this picture. Trying to act cool. LOL! The teddy bear Jason is holding is won by Christine herself at the theme park. She's lucky. I tried my luck too but I didn't win anything. Danny won too]&lt;sitting down="" nearby="" rio="" look="" very="" odd="" in="" this="" trying="" to="" act="" teddy="" bear="" jason="" holding="" is="" by="" christine="" herself="" at="" the="" theme="" she="" s="" so="" tried="" my="" luck="" but="" i="" didn="" t="" danny="" won="" one="" too=""&gt;&lt;danny jason="" posing="" and="" acting="" silly=""&gt;&lt;in the="" cable="" going="" up="" to="" first="" world=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 11.05pm, we took the cable car down. It was very scarrryyy.. There were only four of us in the cable car and no one was behind us. If the cable car was to crash, four of us would die together.. (touchwood) It was so dark and so QUIET! Danny on some songs from his phone but by the time the song finished, it was quiet again. Danny was talking about scary stories, something about an old man, and old lady, the old man was drunk and so on. I do not wanna remember them. Jason was scared, and so were I!!! He was still telling ghost story, thank goodness that we reached the station before he can get to the climax of the story. But the story he said was already scary enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;We got onto the bus at around 11.35pm. But the bus didnt take off. Apparently, some student is missing, and the teachers went looking for them. We spend 30mins in the bus talking about scary stories and when the teacher finally got back, the bus drove back to SMKBDP. I was already dizzy when the bus started moving, so I went to sleep first. But it did no good, I never seem to be able to sleep in a vehicle. 20mins later, everything was quiet. Christine and Jason was asleep. Danny was still awake. Few mins later, he too was asleep, or so I think larr.. Lolx. We reached school safely at 1.10am. My dad and mum came to get me and we drove home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of story~ fun?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/in&gt;&lt;/danny&gt;&lt;/sitting&gt;&lt;/the&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4522964593213302079-7149497284898674031?l=whispersundertherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/feeds/7149497284898674031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/06/ive-survived-genting-highlands.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/7149497284898674031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/7149497284898674031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/06/ive-survived-genting-highlands.html' title='I&apos;ve survived Genting Highlands!!'/><author><name>Miki-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179586394699971379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SdSUUUkx5oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eydU1d8-VYk/S220/3fdb61cfbe0160_full.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SiUmtzuVnWI/AAAAAAAAAD4/MgAC8piYxQg/s72-c/DSC00579.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4522964593213302079.post-8199313809874990422</id><published>2009-05-09T14:58:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T15:35:51.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new addiction... Kuroshitsuji 黒執事</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KUROSHITSUJI &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;span lang="ja"&gt;黒執事&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A new anime that got me so addicted.. It's like a drug.. I have to at least think about it everyday.. LOL..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SgUrLnvOYTI/AAAAAAAAADA/M9I8t_1MAqg/s1600-h/9e1c8a21af8c4bb7a31612f8f8aa8ad01223694835_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SgUrLnvOYTI/AAAAAAAAADA/M9I8t_1MAqg/s320/9e1c8a21af8c4bb7a31612f8f8aa8ad01223694835_full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333716812335833394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kuroshitsuji &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a Bl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ack Butler.. (the japanese name is much better XD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SgUrmHO9-uI/AAAAAAAAADI/UNSpR9iUCF0/s1600-h/f16f1db01ff7589691039b2d33b751991223695073_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 412px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SgUrmHO9-uI/AAAAAAAAADI/UNSpR9iUCF0/s320/f16f1db01ff7589691039b2d33b751991223695073_full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333717267467074274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *insert fangirl scream here!* I love this picture so much.! The boy sitting down is Ciel Phantomhive, a 12 years old, and known as Earl of the Phantomhive, a noble family. And the tall guy, wearing a black tailcoat, is Ciel's butler, Sebastian Michaelis. He's no ordinary butler, cuz he is a demon!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Aku made shitsuji desu kara" - by Sebastian, his fave quote. (Translated as 'I'm a hell of a butler. But can also known as I'm a demon and butler, or sumthing like that XD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SgUtuG-uUlI/AAAAAAAAADQ/E9KjlL8KcaI/s1600-h/14f256deeada40ae62cfde47d27502af1223694828_full.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SgUtuG-uUlI/AAAAAAAAADQ/E9KjlL8KcaI/s320/14f256deeada40ae62cfde47d27502af1223694828_full.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333719603861148242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tada! A picture of Sebastian worried face. (&gt;.&lt;) I wonder what's he is thinking. Hehe.. Keep staring at him.. Hehe.. (^^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SgUugdHZHNI/AAAAAAAAADY/2OgWXSpzcY0/s1600-h/16f51a9678705507f1df40fdcb37a42e1225258971_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SgUugdHZHNI/AAAAAAAAADY/2OgWXSpzcY0/s320/16f51a9678705507f1df40fdcb37a42e1225258971_full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333720468796546258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ciel!!~~~ If I can choose to get either Sebastian or Ciel, I'll pick Ciel any time of any day!! (&gt;.&gt; as if that'll happen, right?!!?) hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SgUvALnsO4I/AAAAAAAAADg/z14xoMKessk/s1600-h/02c3f82e8c277ff672f892bf21e5b42d1225141543_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SgUvALnsO4I/AAAAAAAAADg/z14xoMKessk/s320/02c3f82e8c277ff672f892bf21e5b42d1225141543_full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333721013855992706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Even when he's angry, he still look so cute..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SgUvkyTwmiI/AAAAAAAAADo/dFOmZUJTcR4/s1600-h/f718be66cf197cae580db4ec9cbc7bb11224988095_full.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 263px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SgUvkyTwmiI/AAAAAAAAADo/dFOmZUJTcR4/s320/f718be66cf197cae580db4ec9cbc7bb11224988095_full.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333721642716666402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ciel disguised as a girl.. *insert more fangirl screams* Look at him!! (&gt;.&lt;) Even prettier than girls.. I envy him.. Hahaha..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SgUwOb9UO3I/AAAAAAAAADw/Z_zvF_iExDM/s1600-h/46e5d49c27b8666fe0e22913c2a62ac21225142015_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SgUwOb9UO3I/AAAAAAAAADw/Z_zvF_iExDM/s320/46e5d49c27b8666fe0e22913c2a62ac21225142015_full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333722358271458162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When he got embarassed.. So cute.. Kawaii~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4522964593213302079-8199313809874990422?l=whispersundertherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/feeds/8199313809874990422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-new-addiction-kuroshitsuji.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/8199313809874990422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/8199313809874990422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-new-addiction-kuroshitsuji.html' title='My new addiction... Kuroshitsuji 黒執事'/><author><name>Miki-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179586394699971379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SdSUUUkx5oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eydU1d8-VYk/S220/3fdb61cfbe0160_full.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SgUrLnvOYTI/AAAAAAAAADA/M9I8t_1MAqg/s72-c/9e1c8a21af8c4bb7a31612f8f8aa8ad01223694835_full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4522964593213302079.post-1511447603657853529</id><published>2009-05-08T14:10:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T22:13:13.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHOIR COMPETITON PERINGKAT DAERAH HULU LANGAT - SMKBDP. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kyaaaaaa.... *scream again and again!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We won!! WE WON!!! lol.. okay okay.. I need to calm down.. *breath breath* ok!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;7th of May 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SMKBDP choir team went to the choir competiton (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Pertandingan Koir Peringkat Daerah Hulu Langat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;)!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And there was 8 teams. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2 years ago (2007), our school choir team won first place. And last year (2008), we won 2nd place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And this year, we won first place!! OMGOSH!! Everyone worked so hard. We all practice and practice and practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at UPM at around 9:30pm and waited and waited and waited. The elementary school (sekolah rendah) and the middle school (sekolah menengah) compete separately. The elementary school started first. Anyway, when it was the middle school turns, everyone went in. My school was the last to perform. We sang &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Bahtera Merdeka&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Lion Sleeps Tonight&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;When the announcer was going to annouce the winner, we were all very nervous. Well, I was!! I was holding on to my sifu's hand. When she announced the 3rd place, our choir member were already shouting (because they knew that we'll get 1st place, i think..) after the 2nd place winner was announced, (-_-") almost all our choir member shouted and clapped so loud (and I did it too! XD) and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Announcer : "Tempat pertama dimenangi oleh.. *ketawa* Saya pun gelisah.. Ok, tempat pertama dimenangi oleh.. pasukan.. ketika mereka menyanyi, semua peserta sedang tidur."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh? The choir competition is won by the team.. when this choir team is singing, all the other participant is.. sleeping?!!&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. I was confused when the announcer said that. I was thinking, (don't laugh ok), I was thinking, "That means the team that won is.. the most boring team?!!?"&lt;br /&gt;Apparently not.. Our SMKBDP choir member shouted and a light bulb on my head flicker on!&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya!!!! We were singing the lion sleeps tonight!!! That's why!!! OMGOSH!!!~~~&lt;br /&gt;We won. We won!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*breath breath breath*&lt;br /&gt;However, I'm not gonna be over confidence. Our school choir team will be going to the state level. And we'll work hard and do our very best!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone posted a video of our school singing at the competition.&lt;br /&gt;SMKBDP choir member recorded the video and posted it on youtube.&lt;br /&gt;Credits goes entirely to the person who recorded the vid and the person who posted it on youtube. Enjoy~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Edited (240509) : Video link deleted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4522964593213302079-1511447603657853529?l=whispersundertherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/feeds/1511447603657853529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/05/kyaaaaaa.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/1511447603657853529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/1511447603657853529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/05/kyaaaaaa.html' title='CHOIR COMPETITON PERINGKAT DAERAH HULU LANGAT - SMKBDP. . .'/><author><name>Miki-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179586394699971379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SdSUUUkx5oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eydU1d8-VYk/S220/3fdb61cfbe0160_full.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4522964593213302079.post-4478689330817539093</id><published>2009-04-22T20:09:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T20:43:53.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sandwich-Making-Decorating-Presenting-Competiton...</title><content type='html'>Today hor.. Our school PBSM (Red Cresent Youth) were having a sandwich-making-decorating-presenting competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our group (4B) :&lt;br /&gt;- Christine (my sifu~)&lt;br /&gt;- Teh Wei Loon&lt;br /&gt;- Tee Kian Kat&lt;br /&gt;- Chan Shum Shen (me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.10pm&lt;br /&gt;We've decided to go to Wei Loon's house to make the sandwich. We left school and walked to sifu's house first.&lt;br /&gt;1.30pm&lt;br /&gt;Me and sifu went to Wei Loon's house while Wei Loon and Kian Kat went to buy some stuffs. Sifu and I first boiled the egg.&lt;br /&gt;1.45pm&lt;br /&gt;Wei Loon and Kian Kat finally came back.&lt;br /&gt;We started working on our sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;Kian Kat and Wei Loon cut tomatoes and cucumbers.&lt;br /&gt;Sifu smash the eggs.&lt;br /&gt;I... cutting the bread crush and into a triangle-shaped. I also make one into a heart-shaped. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;2.05pm&lt;br /&gt;Kian Kat wanted to toast the bread. So, we did. After that, we put in butter, tuna, tomatoes, cucumbers and eggs onto the bread.&lt;br /&gt;2.30pm&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at school, finally.. Lol. We took out our sandwich, tomatoes and cucumber and decorated it on a plate. We also bought milk and a small cute cup. What else would go well with sandwich as a breakfast..? Milk of course. Or so they told me. I wanted a nice and cold ice lemon tea instead. (&gt;.&lt;") That's because.. I don't like milk! Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teachers and judges didn't annouce the winner of the competition.. yet. Other teams have done a much much much better job than us. But, making a sandwich with a bunch of friends, is much more fun and valuable than winning the competition. But.. but..!! I won't mind getting first prize.!~ (^^) Hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/Se8M-ZDOMWI/AAAAAAAAACA/XhBY-6ZYKX4/s1600-h/DSC01418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/Se8M-ZDOMWI/AAAAAAAAACA/XhBY-6ZYKX4/s320/DSC01418.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327491150218408290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - my sifu, christine, crushing the eggs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/Se8NH_dkO9I/AAAAAAAAACI/WlbWD83iciA/s1600-h/DSC01420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/Se8NH_dkO9I/AAAAAAAAACI/WlbWD83iciA/s320/DSC01420.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327491315148274642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - wei loon (right) and kian kat (left) cutting tomatoes and cucumbers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/Se8NOMVreLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9rN8B28iNMI/s1600-h/DSC01423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/Se8NOMVreLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9rN8B28iNMI/s320/DSC01423.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327491421684070578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - our finishing touch, pretty? edible? haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/Se8NR9zgMeI/AAAAAAAAACY/cm-iWWnPoiQ/s1600-h/DSC01424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/Se8NR9zgMeI/AAAAAAAAACY/cm-iWWnPoiQ/s320/DSC01424.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327491486502105570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - finally, a coloured picture, don't ask me why all the pics above is in black and white, i just took the pics using black and white effects, for fun, i guess, but, it's still nice even though it's in black and white rite?!!! Am i right?!!! (T.T) sob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/Se8NXt3ZgmI/AAAAAAAAACg/TPfRpyv7bm4/s1600-h/DSC01425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/Se8NXt3ZgmI/AAAAAAAAACg/TPfRpyv7bm4/s320/DSC01425.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327491585302692450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - can u see those.. silver colour ball or sumthing? u can see it much clearer from the two pics above.. those silver ball thing, fyi, it isn't some kinda bead or anything, those things are.. sugar.. do u noe that? anyway, this is OUR SANDWICH.. the purple flower in the middle, cannot be eat, so don't even think about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4522964593213302079-4478689330817539093?l=whispersundertherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/feeds/4478689330817539093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/04/sandwich-making-decorating-presenting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/4478689330817539093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/4478689330817539093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/04/sandwich-making-decorating-presenting.html' title='Sandwich-Making-Decorating-Presenting-Competiton...'/><author><name>Miki-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179586394699971379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SdSUUUkx5oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eydU1d8-VYk/S220/3fdb61cfbe0160_full.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/Se8M-ZDOMWI/AAAAAAAAACA/XhBY-6ZYKX4/s72-c/DSC01418.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4522964593213302079.post-8191263056901428540</id><published>2009-04-19T13:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T14:00:06.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY WISHING LIST..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;MY WISHING LIST~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1# PSP&lt;br /&gt;-- I wanna play games.. watch animes.. listen to songs... with this little baby.. it costs around one thousand something the last time I checked.. Maybe when I work liao, then only I could afford it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2# PS3&lt;br /&gt;-- I wanna play KH3!!!!! I have to play Kingdom Hearts 3!! Sigh. If only PS3 just fall down from the sky.. (T.T) Kingdom Hearts 3.. Sora... Noooo...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3# Video Camera&lt;br /&gt;-- I wanna take lots of pictures and videos as memories. When there's some special events or when I hangout with friends, I love to take pics and vids to keep it as memories. And when I watch it, I'll remember all the fun times I have with everyone. I am a very forgetful person. Really, I am. I have memory problems. I could save some money and buy myself one. But, I'm not an expert, so I'm not sure which is best and what it's function is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......................................................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Santa Claus,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry. I don't have a chimney in my house. You could use the doors or the windows if you want. You may use your reindeer to break open my doors and windows. Just make sure you don't forget my presents. Thank you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4522964593213302079-8191263056901428540?l=whispersundertherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/feeds/8191263056901428540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-wishing-list.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/8191263056901428540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/8191263056901428540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-wishing-list.html' title='MY WISHING LIST..'/><author><name>Miki-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179586394699971379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SdSUUUkx5oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eydU1d8-VYk/S220/3fdb61cfbe0160_full.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4522964593213302079.post-8864897327309289098</id><published>2009-04-19T12:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T13:24:29.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Hot Hot Day...</title><content type='html'>190409-&lt;br /&gt;It's Sunday.. I was so planning to go shopping with my family..  but.. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bunnyfairy.com/pic/tuzki/tuzki_001.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 37px; height: 37px;" src="http://bunnyfairy.com/pic/tuzki/tuzki_001.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my dad dun like to go out... It's so so sooo hot today.. I wana go to Sunway Piramid and.. watch movie at the cinema where it's nice, cold and comfortable.. I wanna go roller blading and ice skating too.. I'm so bored these day.. I think I'm getting out of topic.. But seriously, it's so hot!! I'm starting to wonder how anyone actually survive at Africa or the desert..?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go get some cold water to drink.. Hmm.. Maybe vitagen.. ("-_-) I know, it's kinda childish for me to drink Vitagen.. But it's nice to drink and I like it! (^^) signing off~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps : &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bunnyfairy.com/pic/tuzki/tuzki_001.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 38px; height: 38px;" src="http://bunnyfairy.com/pic/tuzki/tuzki_001.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isn't this little emoticon just cute or what?! For those who doesn't know, this little bunny is call Tuzki. You can check it out on the internet or wikipedia to find more about this cute little bunny..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4522964593213302079-8864897327309289098?l=whispersundertherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/feeds/8864897327309289098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/04/hot-hot-hot-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/8864897327309289098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/8864897327309289098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/04/hot-hot-hot-day.html' title='Hot Hot Hot Day...'/><author><name>Miki-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179586394699971379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SdSUUUkx5oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eydU1d8-VYk/S220/3fdb61cfbe0160_full.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4522964593213302079.post-680861445392076849</id><published>2009-04-17T14:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T19:52:00.232+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><title type='text'>* UPDATES 1 *</title><content type='html'>Okay, so.. I've finally updated my blog like I promise. Nothing much. Just added a new pics behind the blog title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SehsoecMOsI/AAAAAAAAABw/9DC49TeE3Fs/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 524px; height: 251px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SehsoecMOsI/AAAAAAAAABw/9DC49TeE3Fs/s400/Untitled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325626001987484354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/Sehstb48ydI/AAAAAAAAAB4/dSxB-ETEj2w/s1600-h/Untitled1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 523px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/Sehstb48ydI/AAAAAAAAAB4/dSxB-ETEj2w/s400/Untitled1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325626087202146770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4522964593213302079-680861445392076849?l=whispersundertherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/feeds/680861445392076849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/04/updates-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/680861445392076849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/680861445392076849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/04/updates-1.html' title='* UPDATES 1 *'/><author><name>Miki-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179586394699971379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SdSUUUkx5oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eydU1d8-VYk/S220/3fdb61cfbe0160_full.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SehsoecMOsI/AAAAAAAAABw/9DC49TeE3Fs/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4522964593213302079.post-1372311254646231570</id><published>2009-04-12T16:40:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T23:07:43.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain, Rain, Go Away, Come Again.. Next Month...</title><content type='html'>Today, April 12th 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining again. Almost every evening the sky would start to cry and more and more tears starts to flow down. Looking at the rain make me feel.. depressed. Just like this blog. It's dark and gloomy. This blog kinda reflect my feelings. It's very gloomy and sad and.. depressed. I might change this blog into something more... colourful..? Maybe I would, when I'm not feeling so down in the dump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda sorry to my readers.. (if anyone would actually read my blog)&lt;br /&gt;Uhms, if anyone is reading this, I'm sorry. For making you read such a.. horrible, uhms, I don't think horrible could describe this blog.. Uhms, I think.. useless blog would be able to describe my blog.. Yup, sorry for reading such a useless blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been complaining about my life so much. It's so depressing. Just wait a little longer, I promise I'll do something about my blog. (^^) Thank you for reading! LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4522964593213302079-1372311254646231570?l=whispersundertherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/feeds/1372311254646231570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/04/rain-rain-go-away-come-again-next-month.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/1372311254646231570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/1372311254646231570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/04/rain-rain-go-away-come-again-next-month.html' title='Rain, Rain, Go Away, Come Again.. Next Month...'/><author><name>Miki-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179586394699971379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SdSUUUkx5oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eydU1d8-VYk/S220/3fdb61cfbe0160_full.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4522964593213302079.post-5697270003118032958</id><published>2009-04-10T18:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T19:18:20.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A full moon..</title><content type='html'>This morning, on the way to school, in my school van. I saw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/Sd8nPnjeTPI/AAAAAAAAABA/2N_TO8g7GSo/s1600-h/moon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 263px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/Sd8nPnjeTPI/AAAAAAAAABA/2N_TO8g7GSo/s320/moon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323016433844505842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A full moon. It was a very bright and round. Brighter than any lamp post. It looked so far away.&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the moon make me feel very happy.&lt;br /&gt;All my problems being washed away. It's mesmerize.&lt;br /&gt;I wished I could sit in the middle of the field looking at the sky, on a full moon, with stars. I would forget about all my problems. I would forget about the time. I could just enjoy a beautiful night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps : picture taken from internet-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4522964593213302079-5697270003118032958?l=whispersundertherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/feeds/5697270003118032958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/04/full-moon.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/5697270003118032958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/5697270003118032958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/04/full-moon.html' title='A full moon..'/><author><name>Miki-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179586394699971379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SdSUUUkx5oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eydU1d8-VYk/S220/3fdb61cfbe0160_full.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/Sd8nPnjeTPI/AAAAAAAAABA/2N_TO8g7GSo/s72-c/moon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4522964593213302079.post-6057434545521207975</id><published>2009-04-10T17:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T18:15:16.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drowning in my sorrows..</title><content type='html'>Today, two friends of mine, A and B, lol, was given work by our class teacher to help type something.. about scholarship and blabla.. A and B goes to A's house..&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me of her and me. We used to go to each other's house to play. Most of the times she came to my house was for doing our homeworks and projects together. But in the end, we never did finish all of it. We often get distracted but we have fun anyway! Whenever one of us wanted to go shopping, we would always invite the other to go with. We could always count on each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, I'm alone. I couldn't go shopping and watch movies anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People often said that they fell into a deep hole and couldn't get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, I only fell into a kiddie pool.. Just a 2feet pool.. I could just climb back out. But I don't want to. I wanted to stay and drown myself. But I couldn't. (It's only 2feet, lol) So, I'll just stay inside the pool, and wait.. for someone to pull me back out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4522964593213302079-6057434545521207975?l=whispersundertherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/feeds/6057434545521207975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/04/drowning-in-my-sorrows.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/6057434545521207975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/6057434545521207975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/04/drowning-in-my-sorrows.html' title='Drowning in my sorrows..'/><author><name>Miki-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179586394699971379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SdSUUUkx5oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eydU1d8-VYk/S220/3fdb61cfbe0160_full.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4522964593213302079.post-7701063286642830553</id><published>2009-04-05T11:33:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T12:00:05.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday boys and girls.. (Pisces)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;3rd of April, 2009-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; (Friday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;On 29th of March was Wilson birthday.&lt;br /&gt;On 1st of April was Wei Loon birthday.&lt;br /&gt;On 6th of April is Christine birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on that friday, we all planned to go to karaoke. However, I didn't go, cause I wasn't feeling well. And so, my friends all went and celebrated. They brought a cake. And they sang. And they put cream (from the cake) on each other faces.&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/Sdgo7Dj6PdI/AAAAAAAAAAw/aZJioricdN8/s1600-h/DSC00414.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/Sdgo7Dj6PdI/AAAAAAAAAAw/aZJioricdN8/s320/DSC00414.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321047954771557842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a pic of them.. The three of them celebrate their birthday together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-- photo taken by Danny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4522964593213302079-7701063286642830553?l=whispersundertherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/feeds/7701063286642830553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/04/birthday-boys-and-girls-zodiac-pisces.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/7701063286642830553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/7701063286642830553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/04/birthday-boys-and-girls-zodiac-pisces.html' title='Birthday boys and girls.. (Pisces)'/><author><name>Miki-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179586394699971379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SdSUUUkx5oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eydU1d8-VYk/S220/3fdb61cfbe0160_full.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/Sdgo7Dj6PdI/AAAAAAAAAAw/aZJioricdN8/s72-c/DSC00414.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4522964593213302079.post-8881493735142378869</id><published>2009-04-05T11:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T11:58:28.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the bus..</title><content type='html'>Yesterday night, I went to UPM (University Putra Malaysia) for a concert. And my school choir team took part in the concert and we sang two songs. (yup! I was in the choir team) So.. on the way back from UPM, most members of the choir team ride the bus back to our school. And me and my friend, Christine was sitting behind. And there were five boys behind us. And on the bus, the bus driver closed the main light. And the light that was switched on was a red light. So, it was dark and it was.. red (cause of the red colour light) and it was.. like a disco. Everyone was singing and screaming and laughing. We all had fun. There were a few times when the boys walked to the front of the bus and started dancing and posing and just having fun. Haha! It was hillarious! It was such a short ride and it didn't last long. But really.. such small things could actually make my day brighter and I was laughing all the way back home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4522964593213302079-8881493735142378869?l=whispersundertherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/feeds/8881493735142378869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-bus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/8881493735142378869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/8881493735142378869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-bus.html' title='In the bus..'/><author><name>Miki-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179586394699971379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SdSUUUkx5oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eydU1d8-VYk/S220/3fdb61cfbe0160_full.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4522964593213302079.post-504838868938345165</id><published>2009-04-03T19:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T19:26:28.291+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>~ Time freeze ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;That day, when you leave me behind,&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've cried, no matter how much I hide,&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew it before, that you are going to leave,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;But I couldn't stop you, and tears started to leaked.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My time has been frozen,&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I couldn't move on,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;Everything in my world started to turn into grey,&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do I change it back to rainbows, I wonder..&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew we couldn't be forever,&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just hope we could be together,&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when the time will start to move again,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;but I hope that I could see you again,&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when both of worlds are filled with colours again..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4522964593213302079-504838868938345165?l=whispersundertherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/feeds/504838868938345165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/04/time-freeze.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/504838868938345165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/504838868938345165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/04/time-freeze.html' title='~ Time freeze ~'/><author><name>Miki-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179586394699971379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SdSUUUkx5oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eydU1d8-VYk/S220/3fdb61cfbe0160_full.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4522964593213302079.post-6430014186754593783</id><published>2009-04-02T19:53:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T20:27:42.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember our memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;Will I ever see you again?&lt;br /&gt;My heart aches every time I think about you..&lt;br /&gt;My mind kept replaying the same images of you, over and over.&lt;br /&gt;I remember our memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we first &lt;font style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;met,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we first &lt;font style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;talked&lt;/font&gt; to each other,&lt;br /&gt;when we first &lt;font style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;walked&lt;/font&gt; together,&lt;br /&gt;when we first &lt;font style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;played&lt;/font&gt; together,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;when we first time &lt;font style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;argued&lt;/font&gt; with each other,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;when we first time go &lt;font style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;shopping&lt;/font&gt; together,&lt;br /&gt;when we first took &lt;font style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;photos&lt;/font&gt; together,&lt;br /&gt;when we first met each other's &lt;font style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;parents and families,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we first came to &lt;font style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;each other's house,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you called me an &lt;font style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;idiot,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you said I am your &lt;font style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;best friend,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you told me &lt;font style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;you missed me,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when &lt;font style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;you hugged me.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that you are no longer beside me,&lt;br /&gt;I missed you more than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Just because I don't call you doesn't mean I don't miss you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Just because I didn't reply you messages doesn't mean I'm ignoring you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Just because I didn't spend time with you doesn't mean I don't need you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Just because I don't want to hug you doesn't mean I don't love you"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how far apart we are,&lt;br /&gt;I will always be here for you,&lt;br /&gt;If you want to hug someone,&lt;br /&gt;If you need someone's shoulder to cry on,&lt;br /&gt;I am willing to be that someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Just whisper my name,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;And I will think of you..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;'We will meet again, someday.. Promise..'&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4522964593213302079-6430014186754593783?l=whispersundertherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/feeds/6430014186754593783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/04/remember-our-memories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/6430014186754593783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/6430014186754593783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/04/remember-our-memories.html' title='Remember our memories'/><author><name>Miki-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179586394699971379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SdSUUUkx5oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eydU1d8-VYk/S220/3fdb61cfbe0160_full.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4522964593213302079.post-3357836815983611089</id><published>2009-04-02T19:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T20:27:42.467+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>- The little weed &amp; the grasshopper -</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="courier new"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;Beautiful flowers are blooming,&lt;br /&gt;Each one trying to outshine the others,&lt;br /&gt;Bumble bees are flying,&lt;br /&gt;Trying to capture the most beautiful flower in the field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am only a weed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then,&lt;br /&gt;one day,&lt;br /&gt;a grasshopper arrive at the scene,&lt;br /&gt;and said to the little weed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why are you looking so sad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grasshopper plays with the little weed everyday,&lt;br /&gt;and a beautiful friendship is forming between them.&lt;br /&gt;However, this isn't the story of the ugly duckling,&lt;br /&gt;the ugly duckling will turn into a beautiful swan in the end,&lt;br /&gt;but the little weed would never bloom into a beautiful flower.&lt;br /&gt;The little weed wants the grasshopper to always be hers,&lt;br /&gt;and hopes that the grasshopper would never leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can the little weed find happiness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4522964593213302079-3357836815983611089?l=whispersundertherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/feeds/3357836815983611089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/04/little-weed-grasshopper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/3357836815983611089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522964593213302079/posts/default/3357836815983611089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersundertherain.blogspot.com/2009/04/little-weed-grasshopper.html' title='- The little weed &amp; the grasshopper -'/><author><name>Miki-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179586394699971379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoZWdJwuds4/SdSUUUkx5oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eydU1d8-VYk/S220/3fdb61cfbe0160_full.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
