<?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-1283111693259602046</id><updated>2012-02-05T12:53:37.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NeverSayDie</title><subtitle type='html'>My bio teacher once said to me that I just never give up in answering questions, since then i am refered as the 'unbeatable' cockroach.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;或者是underweight的人要开导我是个天大笑话？&lt;br /&gt;还是是否担心我会死掉，还是只是想讽刺我的愚笨？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我懂得。。。&lt;br /&gt;瘦不代表健康。。。&lt;br /&gt;但请问，痴肥就更好吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不看好我的人，仔细看好了。。&lt;br /&gt;我势必会让你们大跌眼镜。。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283111693259602046-426771241813805216?l=neversaydie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/feeds/426771241813805216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1283111693259602046&amp;postID=426771241813805216' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/426771241813805216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;其实，我也不想。。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283111693259602046-6610836656634006443?l=neversaydie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/feeds/6610836656634006443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1283111693259602046&amp;postID=6610836656634006443' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/6610836656634006443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/6610836656634006443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='我不想'/><author><name>san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841782687223913581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283111693259602046.post-2404494151052486532</id><published>2009-07-18T14:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T14:57:11.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>忙碌的开始</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/SmFyLKFpoSI/AAAAAAAAAQI/z6N-y0aRYo0/s1600-h/image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/SmFyLKFpoSI/AAAAAAAAAQI/z6N-y0aRYo0/s320/image016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359690567559782690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;新的一年，好像没想像中的那般可怕。。。&lt;br /&gt;也许是习惯了，麻木了也说不定。。&lt;br /&gt;也许在找不回那单纯的心，也许应重新武装自己。。。&lt;br /&gt;因为以前总相信，云端的尽头是彩虹。。。&lt;br /&gt;后来才发现，原来有可能是陷阱。。。&lt;br /&gt;所以还是想当一只龟。。。&lt;br /&gt;因为它，只有在想看天空时才会探头仰望晴空。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: 下定决心想当隐形人。。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283111693259602046-2404494151052486532?l=neversaydie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/feeds/2404494151052486532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1283111693259602046&amp;postID=2404494151052486532' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/2404494151052486532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/2404494151052486532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='忙碌的开始'/><author><name>san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841782687223913581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/SmFyLKFpoSI/AAAAAAAAAQI/z6N-y0aRYo0/s72-c/image016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283111693259602046.post-7894240220480215346</id><published>2009-06-22T12:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T12:28:46.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>痞子英雄</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/Sj8H82eWzcI/AAAAAAAAAQA/f6DZWLXgBss/s1600-h/thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/Sj8H82eWzcI/AAAAAAAAAQA/f6DZWLXgBss/s320/thumb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350003624335822274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;痞子，因为某种企图，他被人从奇丑无比街头流浪汉，改造为一个靠著躲子弹与无聊直觉过日子的警探。坐拥不合身份的名车与豪宅，每个月的户头里还自动冒出数十万的现金供他零花，当办案胶著时，他就到街角的便利商店，买杯咖啡坐一坐，线索跟犯人的踪迹，自然会送到他手上。他不用作太多事情，破案率却极高…。他明白，这是他当警察的「附加条件」。如果他不干警察，他拥有的一切便消失无踪。他无法向任何人解释这一切，就连他自己都莫名奇妙。慢慢的，他真的相信自己是个警探，而且与眾不同。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;英雄，从小在养父母的教养下，相信正义与法律是建构世界的主力，但他因为身手太好，破案积极，所以每次追捕犯人，一不小心，就是飞车、跳楼、搏击伤人的下场，他绝对是个好警察，只是积极过度总有写不完的报告。破案率超高，但他的衝劲却让上司头痛不已，对这世界来说，他是个真正的英雄，但普遍上的认知，他是个太过拼命的疯子。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;痞子与英雄在一场警匪追逐的混战中，荒谬初会。当两个人的枪近距离瞄準对方的时候，就注定他们既亲近又矛盾的未来。南区分局里第二次见面，英雄撂下狠话，不只不愿跟痞子搭档办案，还放话：「限你一週内，消失在我眼前。」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这个南区分局，拥有全市最好的设备，却也是罪犯最喜欢藏匿的地方。分局长，每天作升官梦。爱出风头的陈组长、沉稳寡言的资深警察老李、从电脑骇客逮出来的高手浩克、崇拜英雄勇猛的女警小绿。当然最特殊的是，他们有一位美貌与才智同样过人的犯罪学鑑识高手蓝西英，却每天只与尸体跟人骨为伍。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这是一个多事的春天，先是北韩的军队私下运毒，被南区分局查获，辖区内的银行不只整个保险箱库房被洗劫，还有职员丧生。精通六国语言、拥有魔鬼特质与天使身材的国际女刑警雷慕莎介入调查，也完全打乱痞子英雄办案的节奏。而这些都是痞子调进南区分局，和英雄合作之后发生的事，在这一整个春天里，痞子和英雄像两个瘟神般，他们到哪里，灾难就尾随到哪里。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;警局之外，维持全市最重要的主力，正是黑帮三联会，他们以自己的方法治理一个黑白不分的地下社会。当然，枪械、走私、赌博、高利贷，都是三联会的事业范围，而三联会的首领，人称老头，却与现任总统有著绵长深远的交情。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;老头的第一千金陈琳，是个漂亮得像糖瓷娃娃却有柔道三段功力的女孩，她不骄纵却是个狠角色，初次见面就被她摔在地上的痞子，从此掳获她的芳心。痞子有许多理由不理会陈琳的感情，然而正直又认真的英雄，爱上她，却不需要任何理由。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;痞子与英雄，这两个冤家路窄的警探就此不小心推开了通往天堂的一扇门，那扇门把正义与邪恶连成一气，庞大的权利与金钱，在门与门之间流动。而门后隐藏著一隻召唤著他们通往毁灭的手，从他们会面的那一刻起，所有的事，都紧缚著和他们有关的秘密。在这座迷雾城市里，已经很久没有人看见天晴。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当警察不只是警察，黑帮不只是黑帮，好与坏，虚构与真实。你可以继续相信你所选择的，也可以用足够的勇气，穿越天堂，直奔一个良善与光明的地方.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's not the normal 偶像剧 like the others showing now in Taiwan. At least, the director does not treat the audiences like idiots. The storyline is quite interesting and what I must compliment is that 仔仔 really did an amazing job in potraying the character of 痞子 like the scene where 仔仔 had this dark thought of betraying 吴英雄，his best mate. Although I must admit that I now have an "aunt's appetite" like 小S， which is totally into 赵又廷。。。 Really looking forward to its finale...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283111693259602046-7894240220480215346?l=neversaydie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/feeds/7894240220480215346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1283111693259602046&amp;postID=7894240220480215346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/7894240220480215346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/7894240220480215346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post_22.html' title='痞子英雄'/><author><name>san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841782687223913581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/Sj8H82eWzcI/AAAAAAAAAQA/f6DZWLXgBss/s72-c/thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283111693259602046.post-6567866787623215914</id><published>2009-06-12T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T12:19:42.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>存在的意义</title><content type='html'>很久很久没有这种感觉了。。。&lt;br /&gt;失落的同时，气愤也一并宣泄于表面。。。&lt;br /&gt;恨的是自己，在别人前进的时候，总是停留在后面。。。&lt;br /&gt;当大家都抵达终点了，我离起点却只有几步之遥。。。&lt;br /&gt;讨厌自己的外表，讨厌自己的无能，讨厌自己的一切一切。。。&lt;br /&gt;可能是最近才发现。。。&lt;br /&gt;原来不是人家不懂得欣赏自己，而是自己本来就是一个非常逊的泛泛之辈。。。&lt;br /&gt;毫无才华，平平无奇，但是却自以为是。。。&lt;br /&gt;如果受到批判，也只会把自己关闭起来，选择不去理会。。。&lt;br /&gt;外表看似坚强，其实也不过只是只鸵鸟。。。&lt;br /&gt;一只只懂得选择听自己喜欢听的笨重鸟类。。。&lt;br /&gt;最要不得的是我从来不懂得爱。。。&lt;br /&gt;不懂得如何爱惜家人，朋友，甚至是再也无法见面的母亲。。。&lt;br /&gt;我的存在似乎只是浪费空间，浪费资源。。。&lt;br /&gt;没有意义的存在只会连累别人，不是吗？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283111693259602046-6567866787623215914?l=neversaydie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/feeds/6567866787623215914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1283111693259602046&amp;postID=6567866787623215914' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/6567866787623215914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/6567866787623215914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='存在的意义'/><author><name>san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841782687223913581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283111693259602046.post-811038492657695579</id><published>2009-04-05T07:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T07:32:29.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life before the final</title><content type='html'>Things weren't going so well lately for i scored miserably in the few tests recently. I had been wondering was it due to my pure stupidity of it was just a mistake of laziness? Well, tell me your answer if u have any idea... All of my course mates are doing quite well, in fact very good few of them scored the highest in the tests participated by many courses... The feeling of being left behind is simply, erm, depressing... May luck can smile upon me again, for I m just a loser...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283111693259602046-811038492657695579?l=neversaydie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/feeds/811038492657695579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1283111693259602046&amp;postID=811038492657695579' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/811038492657695579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/811038492657695579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/2009/04/life-before-final.html' title='Life before the final'/><author><name>san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841782687223913581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283111693259602046.post-547494102665138198</id><published>2009-01-13T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T16:17:42.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When You Say Nothing At All (Spoiler version)</title><content type='html'>Ever heard of the song ‘When you say nothing at all’? Well, this is the Spoiler version of it. It is meant to be homework for the English class…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First you should let her know she lives in your heart &lt;br /&gt;Then let her know your name and your contact number&lt;br /&gt;Offer a date is the following step&lt;br /&gt;Look at her when you pop the question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Saturday night, you should bring her to movie&lt;br /&gt;Hugging her in your arms if the movie’s too scary&lt;br /&gt;The touch of your hands says you’ll catch her whenever she falls&lt;br /&gt;She will be yours, if you do what we tell you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caring her is a way to enter her heart&lt;br /&gt;Wipe away all her tears and lend her shoulders&lt;br /&gt;Tell her a joke to brighten her days&lt;br /&gt;Girls love guys with a great sense of humour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Valentine’s Day, you should buy her some roses&lt;br /&gt;Bring her to a dinner in a fanciful restaurant&lt;br /&gt;Holding her hands shows you love her but don’t grab too hard&lt;br /&gt;She will be yours, if you do what we tell you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283111693259602046-547494102665138198?l=neversaydie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/feeds/547494102665138198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1283111693259602046&amp;postID=547494102665138198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/547494102665138198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/547494102665138198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-you-say-nothing-at-all-spoiler.html' title='When You Say Nothing At All (Spoiler version)'/><author><name>san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841782687223913581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283111693259602046.post-1839455023391350253</id><published>2009-01-12T09:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T09:47:27.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>厌</title><content type='html'>累了&lt;br /&gt;倦了&lt;br /&gt;厌了&lt;br /&gt;我找不到逃生门&lt;br /&gt;所以放弃&lt;br /&gt;所以自暴自弃&lt;br /&gt;不想做困兽之斗&lt;br /&gt;无法挣开枷锁&lt;br /&gt;躺在血泊中的&lt;br /&gt;浸在眼泪中的&lt;br /&gt;木娃娃&lt;br /&gt;留下黑色的眼泪&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283111693259602046-1839455023391350253?l=neversaydie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/feeds/1839455023391350253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1283111693259602046&amp;postID=1839455023391350253' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/1839455023391350253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/1839455023391350253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='厌'/><author><name>san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841782687223913581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283111693259602046.post-3707277248599015146</id><published>2008-12-26T14:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T14:34:07.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gossip Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/SVR6yUlKnJI/AAAAAAAAAPA/U0knyP8YxW4/s1600-h/gossip-girl-dvd-season-one.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/SVR6yUlKnJI/AAAAAAAAAPA/U0knyP8YxW4/s320/gossip-girl-dvd-season-one.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283983267749076114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/SVR6soHy7mI/AAAAAAAAAO4/n0NuWZUdsZY/s1600-h/00534100208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 288px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/SVR6soHy7mI/AAAAAAAAAO4/n0NuWZUdsZY/s320/00534100208.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283983169915383394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I had been really into this tv series. I just finished the season and am really hoping to indulge in the 2nd season. Sadly, it’s only up to episode 14 in USA itself. SAD… It’s like Desperate Housewife but the characters are decades younger.. Well, the prince charming should be Nanthenial Archibald but the one I like is Chuck Bass coz he’s the 1 who realizes true love among all those… erm… girls… and he takes it seriously although avoiding it at the same time.. I think it’s the usual dilemma you face in reality… Although the wealthy part is always never quite so… XOXO Gossip Girls…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283111693259602046-3707277248599015146?l=neversaydie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/feeds/3707277248599015146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1283111693259602046&amp;postID=3707277248599015146' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/3707277248599015146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/3707277248599015146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/2008/12/gossip-girls.html' title='Gossip Girls'/><author><name>san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841782687223913581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/SVR6yUlKnJI/AAAAAAAAAPA/U0knyP8YxW4/s72-c/gossip-girl-dvd-season-one.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283111693259602046.post-4986689844482617539</id><published>2008-12-14T15:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T16:02:03.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Madagascar: Escape 2 Africa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/SUS9Ld8w0PI/AAAAAAAAAOY/OVvin7oOQPY/s1600-h/madagascar.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279552667900760306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/SUS9Ld8w0PI/AAAAAAAAAOY/OVvin7oOQPY/s320/madagascar.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, definitely not a movie to watch unless u have plenty of time and pocket money. It was quite a waste to me but it was still endurable coz I went to watch it with my friend. An advice to all the potential audiences, please put away all your expectation on this movie or otherwise you will be disappointed…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283111693259602046-4986689844482617539?l=neversaydie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/feeds/4986689844482617539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1283111693259602046&amp;postID=4986689844482617539' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/4986689844482617539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/4986689844482617539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/2008/12/madagascar-escape-2-africa.html' title='Madagascar: Escape 2 Africa'/><author><name>san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841782687223913581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/SUS9Ld8w0PI/AAAAAAAAAOY/OVvin7oOQPY/s72-c/madagascar.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283111693259602046.post-1546127352269689204</id><published>2008-12-14T15:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T15:49:33.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>D-gray man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/SUS6dF8g7BI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/RFU7HJi-8ws/s1600-h/%255Blarge%255D%255BAnimePaper%255Dscans_D-GrayMan_Akira-Kiriyama-Sabnak(0_71)__THISRES__135782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279549672160029714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/SUS6dF8g7BI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/RFU7HJi-8ws/s320/%255Blarge%255D%255BAnimePaper%255Dscans_D-GrayMan_Akira-Kiriyama-Sabnak(0_71)__THISRES__135782.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 103 episodes saga ended 2 months ago I think. It was quite sad for me because I was always looking forward the ever changing storyline. A special 16 year old boy seeks for the salvation of the akumas (monsters born due to the trapped souls which were reawaken from the death). The villain is the Ancient family (anti-Christian of course) spearheaded by the Earl Millennium. Every member in the family has a special gift or talent of their own. Thus, Allen Walker together with his comrades from the Black Order fights with all their might to keep the peace intact. The evil villains involved are always revolving to a higher level, while this brings along the revolution of Innocence (the anti-akuma weapon). In the end, when it seems that all the enemy of God had been destroyed and the Headquarter of the Black Order had been severely destroyed, the anticlimax gives us a hint that the Ancient family are all alive…Haiz…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283111693259602046-1546127352269689204?l=neversaydie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/feeds/1546127352269689204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1283111693259602046&amp;postID=1546127352269689204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/1546127352269689204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/1546127352269689204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/2008/12/d-gray-man.html' title='D-gray man'/><author><name>san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841782687223913581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/SUS6dF8g7BI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/RFU7HJi-8ws/s72-c/%255Blarge%255D%255BAnimePaper%255Dscans_D-GrayMan_Akira-Kiriyama-Sabnak(0_71)__THISRES__135782.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283111693259602046.post-3719698898239867606</id><published>2008-12-14T15:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T15:32:54.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/SUS2apvEsPI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Pul5ulIUUtM/s1600-h/IMG_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279545232181211378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/SUS2apvEsPI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Pul5ulIUUtM/s320/IMG_0017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I last visited Sg, i went for a photo shoot with my sister. It's foc coz it's one of the promotions of a particular studio. I was very uncomfaortable at first coz i m always camera shy due to my not so ok appearance. However, it turned out quite fun coz the camera man is a very humorous guy. He told us to make all kinds of pose, and kept retaking the not so good ones. On the end of the day, we could only choose 2 out of the 45 pictures as it's a free service. Erm, it sort of make up to the lack of photography experience in these 20 years i have been through... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283111693259602046-3719698898239867606?l=neversaydie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/feeds/3719698898239867606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1283111693259602046&amp;postID=3719698898239867606' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/3719698898239867606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/3719698898239867606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/2008/12/first-time.html' title='The First Time'/><author><name>san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841782687223913581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/SUS2apvEsPI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Pul5ulIUUtM/s72-c/IMG_0017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283111693259602046.post-490357591317738346</id><published>2008-12-14T15:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T23:03:57.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/SUSv0RQFX8I/AAAAAAAAAN4/sM7vHW0YHQU/s1600-h/twilight1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279537975703986114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/SUSv0RQFX8I/AAAAAAAAAN4/sM7vHW0YHQU/s320/twilight1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/SUSv0DVizrI/AAAAAAAAANw/xmrdqN6mbdU/s1600-h/twilight-movie-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279537971968790194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/SUSv0DVizrI/AAAAAAAAANw/xmrdqN6mbdU/s320/twilight-movie-poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, another bestseller in both movie and fiction story wise. Even though there are a few differences in the movie and the book, the story remains as interesting as ever. For example, Edward Cullen and Bella Swan have never chatted on a tree. However, it’s a beautiful scene coz my friend whispered enthusiastically when it came to that part on the screen. Well, I think the biggest factor of the success of the film is the actors themselves. I mean who can resist the charming Robert Pattinson? He is not the typical prince charming for there’s a bit evil element in the irresistible dashing smile… Ps: The movie is set in the way to suit the teenagers coz many kissing scenes have been deleted...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283111693259602046-490357591317738346?l=neversaydie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/feeds/490357591317738346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1283111693259602046&amp;postID=490357591317738346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/490357591317738346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/490357591317738346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/2008/12/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841782687223913581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/SUSv0RQFX8I/AAAAAAAAAN4/sM7vHW0YHQU/s72-c/twilight1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283111693259602046.post-1157342130042194030</id><published>2008-12-13T23:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T15:16:35.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>命中注定我爱你</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/SUSwZRQavAI/AAAAAAAAAOA/46OqgnXKX90/s1600-h/2651711147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279538611360545794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/SUSwZRQavAI/AAAAAAAAAOA/46OqgnXKX90/s320/2651711147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/SUPaA8mliII/AAAAAAAAANo/dLmNyomwscw/s1600-h/800px-Cutegirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279302898011179138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/SUPaA8mliII/AAAAAAAAANo/dLmNyomwscw/s320/800px-Cutegirl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/SUPYw10HlSI/AAAAAAAAANg/lu0dhhQEIoI/s1600-h/1212772529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279301521799353634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/SUPYw10HlSI/AAAAAAAAANg/lu0dhhQEIoI/s320/1212772529.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;　　這個都市，有一段「貼來貼去」的愛情故事……故事，就從某一種盤據全亞洲的女孩類型說起。這種女孩，叫「便利貼女孩」。她，樸素、簡單安分、願望也小小的，從來就不是什麼Somebody，也不期待變成一個Somebody。她們功能小小，但是又不可或缺，就像是一張隨手可撕的便利貼，不起眼也不特別，但你的身邊一定有她！一趟『豪華郵輪』之旅，讓這樣一位平凡的女孩碰上史上最不平凡的際遇.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;好久没看台湾偶像剧了，有种终于又遇到了老朋友的感觉。久违了的陈乔恩，还有首次独挑大梁的阮经天是个满新鲜的组合。洒狗血般的剧情好有些许感动的画面让我废寝忘食的粘在电脑前，时而捧腹大笑，时而泪挂满面。不过最让我大跌眼镜的是此作品激情尺度，我只能说我真的是老了，现在年轻人都这么开放。。。不过，最最重要的是我还蛮欣赏陈楚河的啦，hehe…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283111693259602046-1157342130042194030?l=neversaydie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/feeds/1157342130042194030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1283111693259602046&amp;postID=1157342130042194030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/1157342130042194030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/1157342130042194030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='命中注定我爱你'/><author><name>san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841782687223913581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/SUSwZRQavAI/AAAAAAAAAOA/46OqgnXKX90/s72-c/2651711147.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283111693259602046.post-2034307573663275274</id><published>2008-12-13T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T23:30:28.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no write</title><content type='html'>It has been really a while since I last updated my blog. I was busy and of course lazy as well. Really sorry to every one. Erm, life has been in the bliss of happiness for me. In an instance, I couldn’t find any spare time other than for the sake of great food and nice movies. The most important thing is that I have been able to be with my family and dear friends. Keke…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283111693259602046-2034307573663275274?l=neversaydie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/feeds/2034307573663275274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1283111693259602046&amp;postID=2034307573663275274' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/2034307573663275274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/2034307573663275274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/2008/12/long-time-no-write.html' title='Long time no write'/><author><name>san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841782687223913581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283111693259602046.post-146201030269380923</id><published>2008-10-15T01:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T01:33:06.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/SPTXu_VBnTI/AAAAAAAAANY/Jy5i1AU0dGM/s1600-h/happy_birthday_10.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257063867321785650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/SPTXu_VBnTI/AAAAAAAAANY/Jy5i1AU0dGM/s320/happy_birthday_10.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not a teenager anymore. Haiz.. However, my coursemates n roomate gave me a surprise today by telling me a "quite" convincing joke. Yup, involving my another course mate.. Haha.. However, there was a part my course leader gave me the present by erm.. a special way... Terkejut... Still, hv 2 say thanks to him.. Last but no least, thanks everyone... Love u all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283111693259602046-146201030269380923?l=neversaydie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/feeds/146201030269380923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1283111693259602046&amp;postID=146201030269380923' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/146201030269380923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/146201030269380923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841782687223913581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/SPTXu_VBnTI/AAAAAAAAANY/Jy5i1AU0dGM/s72-c/happy_birthday_10.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283111693259602046.post-1799417861104401354</id><published>2008-09-03T20:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T20:31:32.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark versus Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/SL6DiWl3KLI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MP27htHf2QA/s1600-h/light.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241771642509011122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/SL6DiWl3KLI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MP27htHf2QA/s320/light.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life has been a in a hustle and rustle these few weeks. Too confused to know what is going on around me and too busy to look back what I had done, I am now engrossing in the world of sadness and solemn. My course mates are very supportive though, for they listen to my grumbles and complain. I cannot give any higher praise to them as they let me experience the feeling of friendship. Yes, I know it sounds obvious that I have prejudice against other courses’ friends but it is truth that some of them are not that “nice”. News travels as fast as impulses which are sent to the brain in this tiny university. No matter how hard you want to cover or hide the truth, it still leaks out. By the way, similarity brings dislike or uneasiness among the people here. Competitiveness is apparent. No one seems to be as lazy as I am. That’s why they always say that I am very stress. Yes, I am alone in the world of darkness. The light has disappeared in the end of teh horizan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283111693259602046-1799417861104401354?l=neversaydie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/feeds/1799417861104401354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1283111693259602046&amp;postID=1799417861104401354' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/1799417861104401354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/1799417861104401354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/2008/09/dark-versus-light.html' title='Dark versus Light'/><author><name>san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841782687223913581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/SL6DiWl3KLI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MP27htHf2QA/s72-c/light.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283111693259602046.post-4783261450005274239</id><published>2008-07-17T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T22:56:47.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Psychology</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/SH9dm3IQmFI/AAAAAAAAAKc/h2EB5sH4N1A/s1600-h/cognitive%2520psychology.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223997014988068946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/SH9dm3IQmFI/AAAAAAAAAKc/h2EB5sH4N1A/s320/cognitive%2520psychology.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is the science of mental and behavior. I got the best psycho teacher (in my opinion) in USM. Why? I was given a psychological test this morning my prof analysed my personality base on my hand writing. I was instructed to write 3 sentences on the board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. This is how I write.&lt;br /&gt;2. My favourite food is papaya.&lt;br /&gt;3. I have many friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, she said that I am a Si manja. I am not very independent because the spacing between words is very small. I am a very self centred person as my “I” is much higher than the rest of the alphabets. People can speak easily to me but to be in my inner circle of friends, there is still a trust problem. I have a group of stationary friends, and those who ever do any mistake will not be forgiven until to the rest of my life. However, the personality that I really agree with her is that I don’t movies that do not make sense and my future partner must think deep and in the same frequency of thinking as I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never met anyone so brilliant at analysing others as well as her because I don’t really think that anyone in the world knows me for the real me. Yes, all she said about me is very accurate. I really admire her for she has what it takes to be a professional professor in a university. Yes, I am really proud to be in USMKK! (for the first time of my life)…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283111693259602046-4783261450005274239?l=neversaydie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/feeds/4783261450005274239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1283111693259602046&amp;postID=4783261450005274239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/4783261450005274239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/4783261450005274239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/2008/07/psychology.html' title='Psychology'/><author><name>san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841782687223913581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/SH9dm3IQmFI/AAAAAAAAAKc/h2EB5sH4N1A/s72-c/cognitive%2520psychology.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283111693259602046.post-3747098044826830867</id><published>2008-07-12T10:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T10:40:34.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in USM</title><content type='html'>University Science of Malaysia sounds great to anyone who wants to pursue medical or dentistry courses within Malaysia? I have no idea coz I am in the PPSK (Pusat Pengajian Sains Kesihatan) in Kubang Kerain, Kelantan. Yup, I cannot deny that I feel a bit inferior in USMKK coz most of the students here doctors or dentists. They are given the main attention and it is less easy to make friends with them coz they need to study throughout the week. By the way, our weekends here are Friday and Saturday. Yeah, I am in green region (politically green). Our beloved bumiputra is the major inhabitants here, though I must say they are generally nicer than those in the southern peninsular. Life is very quiet and peaceful here. No entertainment and only one major shopping mall. I can never get over the fact that I have no cinema to visit. Yes, I was a bit upset with hostel facility here coz the 3 storey building is over 20 years old. There is no any renovation has been done before. The bathrooms are pathetic. You won’t have enough water supplies if somebody is having a shower next door. By the way, we were utterly surprised by the brown colour pip water when we first saw it. Then it came to our knowledge that it is due to the Iron element in the water. Besides, for my academic, I have to admit that we are given the best in all fields. For example, our psychology prof has been listening lessons on psychology since she was 6 years old. Her classes are more than just mere psychology, it is more of humanity. She can read one’s personality from one’s signature and she also told us more than what books can offer in that particular region. Do you have any idea that your intelligence is almost 100% inherited from your mother while your father just determines your gender? Do you know that the most sex stimulating smell for guys is vanilla flavour? I bet you have never heard of any one of those facts above. It is really an eye-opener, enlightening class for me. Well, there are still more to tell but time does not allow me to continue. All the best to the rest in local university and NUS. May the force be with you (sounds familiar?).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283111693259602046-3747098044826830867?l=neversaydie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/feeds/3747098044826830867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1283111693259602046&amp;postID=3747098044826830867' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/3747098044826830867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/3747098044826830867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/2008/07/life-in-usm.html' title='Life in USM'/><author><name>san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841782687223913581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283111693259602046.post-7021613266781564230</id><published>2008-02-09T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T23:16:53.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PS: I Love You</title><content type='html'>Well, this is the end of my carefree holidays. I am going to Sg tomorrow to work. I really had a good time today as I met many of my friends and even those whom I seldom see. Tired though I was, I still enjoyed the warmth of friendship. To all my beloved friends, I love you always….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283111693259602046-7021613266781564230?l=neversaydie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/feeds/7021613266781564230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1283111693259602046&amp;postID=7021613266781564230' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/7021613266781564230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/7021613266781564230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/2008/02/ps-i-love-you.html' title='PS: I Love You'/><author><name>san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841782687223913581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283111693259602046.post-2261661412943508156</id><published>2008-01-28T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T11:05:45.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bed Of Roses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/R51GamAz00I/AAAAAAAAAJY/J7Jh2XXx7Nw/s1600-h/443853124_3d729eef1a_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160358170730943298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/R51GamAz00I/AAAAAAAAAJY/J7Jh2XXx7Nw/s320/443853124_3d729eef1a_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life has been a bed of roses for me lately for I had a parent-free month last month. I did not logged onto the net in that month too because I truly enjoyed myself alone. Maybe it’s because I was left alone after school everyday since young and my sis seldom come back, I don’t like living in a crowded place. Even in some rare occasions (when my sis and their bfs are back), I tend to melt into the wall and out of sight and they always need to find me in case there is any job to be done. Well, I do not deny that I sometimes feel lonely but most of the time I am really indulging myself in those carefree moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, I managed to find a job in Sg at the Changi Airport as money changer. It does seem to be a well-paid one but still it is a shift work. For this job, I went to Sg for several times to have my medical check-ups and to sign my letter of appointment. I admit that I am quite familiar with the MRT lines now, seeing that I need to travel for about 1 and half hour every time to the UOB centre in Raffles or T2 in Changi. Well, the president of UOB bank wanted me to introduce as many people as possible because there are many job vacancies now.(ps: I told him all my friends are top students and can speak English fluently.) Well, he did say not many Malaysians can speak good Eg and quite surprised to find me erm… a little bit good at it. (keke…) So anyone who need a job in sg, please contact ME…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283111693259602046-2261661412943508156?l=neversaydie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/feeds/2261661412943508156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1283111693259602046&amp;postID=2261661412943508156' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/2261661412943508156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/2261661412943508156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/2008/01/bed-of-roses.html' title='A Bed Of Roses'/><author><name>san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841782687223913581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/R51GamAz00I/AAAAAAAAAJY/J7Jh2XXx7Nw/s72-c/443853124_3d729eef1a_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283111693259602046.post-8704708893394870113</id><published>2007-12-28T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T14:09:24.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pursuit of Happiness</title><content type='html'>I had an interview this morning and the girl who was in charge of the interview told me and my friend her life story. She had financial problem in her family few years ago and she has a father who likes to gamble and a mother who is very strict to her. She has never felt the warmth of a family and she had to clear her father’s debt. She met her mentor at the age of 17 and now she is earning RM5500 per month and owns a new Vios. She expressed her concern to both me and my friend about our scope of life and from her tone, I felt that she thinks that we are ignorant about the reality of life particularly MONEY. I’m not angry, just that I really felt surprised our view on the very meaning of happiness is so different. She didn’t pointedly say out that to be a pharmacist (my ambition) is wrong choice for me, but she did mention that I have very long road before I can achieve success (earning a lot of money). In my opinion, I see pharmacist as a profession that really help other people in their daily lives. Yes, I do not deny that it requires a few years to become one but I really do not want to give up my ambition for the sake of $.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: That girl and I are of the same age.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283111693259602046-8704708893394870113?l=neversaydie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/feeds/8704708893394870113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1283111693259602046&amp;postID=8704708893394870113' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/8704708893394870113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/8704708893394870113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/2007/12/pursuit-of-happiness.html' title='The Pursuit of Happiness'/><author><name>san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841782687223913581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283111693259602046.post-7773724842231125451</id><published>2007-12-24T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T16:35:21.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>友情之翼</title><content type='html'>最近有种被朋友背叛的感觉。原本说好的约定都成空，独留我在寂寞和烦躁中沉沦。我是不是该选择放弃友情的温暖？还是该相信朋友只是生命的过客? 愚蠢的我找不到出口。纵然身边的友人形形色色，我始终对我们的友情保持怀疑态度。 我真的不值得被保护吗？不值得被关注？疑惑似乌云般令我喘不过气。为什么？友情是我负担不起的幸福。 我厌倦了一个人的影子，我讨厌那种在人群中被淹没的悲伤。希望。。友情之翼能展翅翱翔。。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283111693259602046-7773724842231125451?l=neversaydie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/feeds/7773724842231125451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1283111693259602046&amp;postID=7773724842231125451' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/7773724842231125451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/7773724842231125451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title='友情之翼'/><author><name>san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841782687223913581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283111693259602046.post-3754178995562910520</id><published>2007-12-22T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T11:06:05.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>空之轨迹SC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/R2x7HfNKwII/AAAAAAAAAJI/I6dxMphOzV4/s1600-h/20070815095954_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146623842743664770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/R2x7HfNKwII/AAAAAAAAAJI/I6dxMphOzV4/s320/20070815095954_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/R2x7H_NKwJI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/qNEbzs6HY_k/s1600-h/U3KGHZLPDF_103_180_160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146623851333599378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/R2x7H_NKwJI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/qNEbzs6HY_k/s320/U3KGHZLPDF_103_180_160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 地方都市洛连特出身的少女艾丝蒂尔，和像亲兄弟一般的约修亚一起为了成为正游击士，离开了土生土长的故乡踏上了修行之旅。造访利贝尔王国各地的艾丝蒂尔他们，结识了形形色色的人物，遇到了在所到之处发生的各种离奇古怪的事件。当这一切连成一条线的时候，围绕着王国的巨大阴谋浮出了水面。虽然遭遇了千难万阻，不过在众多朋友的帮助之下，艾丝蒂尔他们终于成功阻止了动摇利贝尔的政变阴谋。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;终于，艾丝蒂尔和约修亚达成了成为正游击士的梦想。女王的诞辰庆典，两人在洋溢着节日气氛的王都格兰赛尔街道上散步，艾丝蒂尔也明白自己心中对约修亚的情意。在旅途中一直支持着自己的约修亚，对艾丝蒂尔来说，是一个无可替代的亲人。但是，就在当夜，约修亚向艾丝蒂尔说明了自己的真实身份和过去。对艾丝蒂尔来说，这却是愕然的事实……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;在刺眼的阳光中，艾丝蒂尔醒来，回想起在天台的一切。少女的第一次真心坦白却换来伊人的离去。留在艾丝蒂尔身边的，只有约修亚的口琴。在和雪拉姐、父亲对完话后，回忆起小约的话语。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;『我的艾丝蒂尔，如太阳一般光辉灿烂的伊人啊，在和你一起度过的时光里，我十分快乐，但同时，也使我很痛苦……就如那明耀的光芒，也会造就那浓暗的黑影一般，和你在一起，我只会对自己不堪的本性痛恨异常……所以，从此我们不要再见面了……我想这也是最好的办法吧……』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;然后，为了寻回失去踪影的约修亚，艾丝蒂尔决意再次踏上旅程, 故事的序章就揭幕了。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最近迷恋上了这套游戏。总觉得小艾为她和小约的爱情付出的努力十分令人动容，尤其是当在CHAP 3小艾掉入回忆的漩涡吹奏《星之所在》时，隐约感受到她失去了生命里最最宝贵的东西。其后，在CHAP6中，那段和小约的真情对白更是让我感动万分。。。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283111693259602046-3754178995562910520?l=neversaydie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/feeds/3754178995562910520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1283111693259602046&amp;postID=3754178995562910520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/3754178995562910520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/3754178995562910520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/2007/12/sc.html' title='空之轨迹SC'/><author><name>san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841782687223913581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/R2x7HfNKwII/AAAAAAAAAJI/I6dxMphOzV4/s72-c/20070815095954_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283111693259602046.post-4072811055320780369</id><published>2007-12-12T10:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T10:45:12.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Golden Compass</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/R19JgmF_EVI/AAAAAAAAAIs/-gvkFifb3jM/s1600-h/360x250_goldencompass8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142910123810689362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/R19JgmF_EVI/AAAAAAAAAIs/-gvkFifb3jM/s320/360x250_goldencompass8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lyra Belacqua is an orphan who lives happily in Jordan College, Oxford, playing with local boys and terrorising the professors. However, when Lyra overhears scholars discussing a plot against her uncle, Lord Asriel, centering around a mysterious substance called Dust, her curiosity is roused. Soon Lyra is in over her head as she uncovers a frightening plot and a whole new world of possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a long time I watch a story derived from fairytale. It’s just fairly well presented for the story is not as mesmerizing as TLOTR and its graphical effects were so-so-. However, without doubt it is the most awaited movie in the holidays because of its characters. Who can resist the elegant Nicole Kidman and the quite suave Daniel Craig? I cannot get enough of Nicole even she is playing an evil role in this movie, she looks striking in the golden gown. I notice the little girl greatly resemble the charming Kate Hudson (not sure about the spelling). Besides, Ian Mckellen gave me a surprise by voicing the polar bear (a big whit one). In conclusion, The Golden Compass is definitely a must for this long, long holidays. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283111693259602046-4072811055320780369?l=neversaydie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/feeds/4072811055320780369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1283111693259602046&amp;postID=4072811055320780369' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/4072811055320780369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/4072811055320780369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/2007/12/golden-compass.html' title='The Golden Compass'/><author><name>san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841782687223913581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/R19JgmF_EVI/AAAAAAAAAIs/-gvkFifb3jM/s72-c/360x250_goldencompass8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283111693259602046.post-4272885710902570134</id><published>2007-12-12T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T10:11:47.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays</title><content type='html'>Finally, finally. I have the opportunity to breathe freely, to eat and sleep to my content.  I really enjoy myself these few days in KL. I almost all my $ in the magnificent, beautifully shopping paradise. The Gardens is the latest and most fashionable shopping mall I had ever been. However, it’s not my cup of tea (paradise?). Ur hem, I mean I really love shopping anyway. So, thanks to my sis who paid for most of my purchases Love you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283111693259602046-4272885710902570134?l=neversaydie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/feeds/4272885710902570134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1283111693259602046&amp;postID=4272885710902570134' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/4272885710902570134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/4272885710902570134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/2007/12/holidays.html' title='Holidays'/><author><name>san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841782687223913581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283111693259602046.post-5732393207134542857</id><published>2007-11-15T08:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T09:14:34.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我很忙</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/RzucjfXOhqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/m7X9QY2HaG8/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132868333847086754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/RzucjfXOhqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/m7X9QY2HaG8/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;几番盼望，周董终于出新专辑了！依然的中国风，一样的抒情歌，却依然的能打动我心！不管是可爱的《牛仔很忙》，还是有点哀愁的《彩虹》都十分精彩！不过，我最为欣赏的是带有浓浓东方色彩的《青花瓷》。虽然最近快被考试压得喘不过气，但在这些歌曲得为绕下，生活方也有了光彩!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;《青花瓷》&lt;br /&gt;词:方文山 曲:周杰伦&lt;br /&gt;素胚勾勒出青花笔锋浓转淡&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;瓶身描绘的牡丹一如你初妆&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;冉冉檀香透过窗心事我了然&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;宣纸上走笔至此搁一半&lt;br /&gt;釉色渲染仕女图韵味被私藏&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;而你嫣然的一笑如含苞待放&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;你的美一缕飘散去到我去不了的地方&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;天青色等烟雨而我在等你&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;炊烟袅袅升起隔江千万里&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;在瓶底书汉隶仿前朝的飘逸&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;就当我为遇见你伏笔&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;天青色等烟雨而我在等你&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;月色被打捞起晕开了结局&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;如传世的青花瓷自顾自美丽你眼带笑意&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;色白花青的锦鲤跃然於碗底&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;临摹宋体落款时却惦记著你&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;你隐藏在窑烧里千年的秘密&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;极细腻犹如绣花针落地&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;帘外芭蕉惹骤雨门环惹铜绿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;而我路过那江南小镇惹了你&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;在泼墨山水画里你从墨色深处被隐去&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;天青色等烟雨而我在等你&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;炊烟袅袅升起隔江千万里&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;在瓶底书汉隶仿前朝的飘逸&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;就当我为遇见你伏笔&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;天青色等烟雨而我在等你&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;月色被打捞起晕开了结局&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;如传世的青花瓷自顾自美丽你眼带笑意&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283111693259602046-5732393207134542857?l=neversaydie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/feeds/5732393207134542857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1283111693259602046&amp;postID=5732393207134542857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/5732393207134542857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/5732393207134542857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title='我很忙'/><author><name>san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841782687223913581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/RzucjfXOhqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/m7X9QY2HaG8/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283111693259602046.post-5072906488333576740</id><published>2007-11-02T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T02:24:24.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-U Farewell 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/RyoYpRGWK4I/AAAAAAAAAIc/hURlHWkXijI/s1600-h/Picture+585.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127938222958455682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/RyoYpRGWK4I/AAAAAAAAAIc/hURlHWkXijI/s320/Picture+585.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/RyoWNxGWKzI/AAAAAAAAAH0/eteInLdiQ94/s1600-h/Picture+642.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Frienship forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/RyoWOBGWK0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/UnDWcgXycRs/s1600-h/Picture+568.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127935555783764802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/RyoWOBGWK0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/UnDWcgXycRs/s320/Picture+568.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Elween singing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/RyoWPBGWK1I/AAAAAAAAAIE/oUs-SvAwMZU/s1600-h/Picture+614.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127935572963634002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/RyoWPBGWK1I/AAAAAAAAAIE/oUs-SvAwMZU/s320/Picture+614.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Mr Cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/RyoWPhGWK2I/AAAAAAAAAIM/u-fjN_xYWrM/s1600-h/Picture+577.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127935581553568610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/RyoWPhGWK2I/AAAAAAAAAIM/u-fjN_xYWrM/s320/Picture+577.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cheng Yee performing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/RyoWQBGWK3I/AAAAAAAAAIU/MhJLMJsPMcY/s1600-h/Picture+650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127935590143503218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/RyoWQBGWK3I/AAAAAAAAAIU/MhJLMJsPMcY/s320/Picture+650.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was a day of putting yourself into the best clothes you have and appreciate the friends and teachers who are around you all the time. Love and gratification were expressed in action. Maybe somewhere among all these, there is a bit of complaint in life. Just like what Cheng Yee’s song indicated we all experience the hardship of memorizing trigonometry, doing trapezium rule in Maths and don’t forget to show our working in Chemistry… Life is never easy but in the process of doing these we came to know the value of friendship and dedication of all the teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;From the other side of the story, everybody really put in their effort to doll up themselves and this included the guys in our class who seem to care less for their appearance during the normal day. Our Mr Fishball, Mr Wu Hon Yip and Mr Daniel Eh even ‘set’ the hair which turned out very cool and suave. However, I had the shock of my life to see Ms H2M coz she was stunning today. Well, I didn’t say that she’s bad looking normally but it’s just a 180° transformation. Other than that, all my friends WEre really gorgeous today (SSS, Kang Lee, Jun, Chen Wei, Kai Xian, Rathika, Ming Ying, Ning Shing, Lee Ping, Mei Sun, Geok Hwa and the list goes on…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The performances were great too as Ns and her boy-boy sang a Chinese song(I never know that NS sang that well), Elween made his breathtaking opera singing (accompanied by Hui Mun), violin trio by the lower six and the one which I enjoyed the most, Cheng Yee’s songs because they are real life experience and the melody was nice. Bravo to all the performers…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a song I like recently, ‘Graduation’ by ‘Vitamin C’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;And so we talked all night about the rest of our lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;Where we're gonna be when we turn 25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;I keep thinking times will never change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;Keep on thinking things will always be the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;But when we leave this year we won't be coming back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;No more hanging out cause we're on a different track&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;And if you got something that you need to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;You better say it right now cause you don't have another day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;Cause we're moving on and we can't slow down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;These memories are playing like a film without sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;And I keep thinking of the night in June&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;I Didn't know much of love, but it came too soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;And There was me and you, and then it got real blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;Stay at home talkin' on the telephone and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;We would get so excited, we'd get so scared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;Laughing at our selves thinking life's not fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;And this is how it feels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;As we go on, we remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;All the times we had together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;And as our lives change, from whatever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;We will still be, friends forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;So if we get the big jobs and we make the big money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;When we look back now, will that joke still be funny?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;Will we still remember everything we learned in school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;Still be trying to break every single rule&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;Will little brainy Bobby be the stockbroker man?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;Can Heather find a job that won't interfere with her tan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;I keep, I keep thinking that it's not goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;Keep on thinking it's a time to fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;And this is how it feels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;La, la, la, la; yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;La, la, la, la, we will still be friends forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;Will we think about tomorrow like we think about now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;Can we survive it out there? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;Can we make it somehow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;I guess I thought that this would never end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;And suddenly it's like we're women and men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;Will the past be a shadow that will follow us round?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;Will these memories fade when I leave this townI keep, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;I keep thinking that it's not goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;Keep on thinking it's a time to fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283111693259602046-5072906488333576740?l=neversaydie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/feeds/5072906488333576740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1283111693259602046&amp;postID=5072906488333576740' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/5072906488333576740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/5072906488333576740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/2007/11/pre-u-farewell-2007.html' title='Pre-U Farewell 2007'/><author><name>san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841782687223913581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/RyoYpRGWK4I/AAAAAAAAAIc/hURlHWkXijI/s72-c/Picture+585.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283111693259602046.post-4806484269894565054</id><published>2007-10-15T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T22:06:44.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/RxNzr95mfOI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ivMRYBVYywI/s1600-h/Picture+529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121564400438115554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/RxNzr95mfOI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ivMRYBVYywI/s320/Picture+529.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, I admit that I purposely stay up until 12 yesterday to receive the first-minute blessing from my fellow friends. Many of my former classmates did not disappoint me. One of them tried to disguise the party today as a chemistry study group at my house. It’s a lame excuse and I doubt anyone will believe it but still, I feigned ignorance. They came in the morning and we had a nice white chocolate cake. In the afternoon, another batch of friends arrived and I had another cake as well. I am really touched to be showered with love and concern from so many of my friends especially those whom I lost contact. Being able to laugh together with them reminded me of our sweet memories which I treasure very much. Besides, one of my best friends managed to escape from ‘her mother’s claw’ to meet me. 超感动。。。&lt;br /&gt;To all my friends and dear ones,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Love You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283111693259602046-4806484269894565054?l=neversaydie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/feeds/4806484269894565054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1283111693259602046&amp;postID=4806484269894565054' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/4806484269894565054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/4806484269894565054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!!!'/><author><name>san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841782687223913581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/RxNzr95mfOI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ivMRYBVYywI/s72-c/Picture+529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283111693259602046.post-7004049028556932084</id><published>2007-10-13T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T23:24:17.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The RED Letter Day</title><content type='html'>Today was a big day for all the ELS members as it’s the farewell party for the outgoing B.O.D.s. The theme proposed by the new president is ‘The Touch of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt;’. The first I heard of it was about a week ago and I was like, “What the hell is that?!!” I couldn’t find anything until today itself my sis bought me a totally red blouse. I never thought of wearing something like that I don’t quite like &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;. However, it turned out quite nice and I received quite a number of compliments. At the party, I have to admit that the games were boring and the food was so-so. But the sketch was hilarious and they even managed to get King Chai’s and Cheng Yee’s baby photos. In the end, I actually got the most sociable awards!! Wow, that’s cool and I had never expected it. Anyway, it was an enjoyable day and I’ll keep the sweet memories of being a member of ELS of STK in my mind forever…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283111693259602046-7004049028556932084?l=neversaydie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/feeds/7004049028556932084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1283111693259602046&amp;postID=7004049028556932084' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/7004049028556932084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/7004049028556932084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/2007/10/red-letter-day.html' title='The RED Letter Day'/><author><name>san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841782687223913581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283111693259602046.post-4822959932953269755</id><published>2007-10-11T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T10:07:26.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>最后的战役</title><content type='html'>自由的灵魂&lt;br /&gt;被无形的枷锁&lt;br /&gt;层层围绕&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;白纸上的剑气&lt;br /&gt;锐利的刺进我心里&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;流淌的血&lt;br /&gt;早已凝固&lt;br /&gt;泪 也早已干枯&lt;br /&gt;席卷而来的是&lt;br /&gt;伏天盖地的无奈和悲哀&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;何时&lt;br /&gt;胜利凯歌&lt;br /&gt;才能响起&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;何时&lt;br /&gt;和平白鸽&lt;br /&gt;才能展翅&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;何时&lt;br /&gt;如阳光般的希望&lt;br /&gt;能重新照耀我心田。。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283111693259602046-4822959932953269755?l=neversaydie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/feeds/4822959932953269755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1283111693259602046&amp;postID=4822959932953269755' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/4822959932953269755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/4822959932953269755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title='最后的战役'/><author><name>san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841782687223913581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283111693259602046.post-4348554965161235828</id><published>2007-10-07T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T11:07:48.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>Effort doesn’t equal to success, that’s what I learn after so many times of failure in the tests. The path of STPM is the hardest I have ever taken; it consumes lot energy and requires a great deal of time. Pleasure in learning is shielded as we have to study for the sake of exam. This got worse if you are living alone and are in the situation that  you have to take care of everything yourself. Independence is the thing I had long learnt and maybe that’s why I have to shoulder more responsibilities than others. I longed to be loved and be taken care like a small child sometimes. I felt the warmth of family when my eldest sister got back for a mere 24 hours this week because she made a nice lunch for me. It really means a lot for me for it didn’t only supply physical nutrition but also nourishes the heart within. LOVE is the best thing in the world and I hope that it is spread among all those who are working round the clock for their future… I LOVE YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283111693259602046-4348554965161235828?l=neversaydie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/feeds/4348554965161235828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1283111693259602046&amp;postID=4348554965161235828' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/4348554965161235828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/4348554965161235828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/2007/10/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841782687223913581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283111693259602046.post-6407185732049376735</id><published>2007-08-24T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T20:55:04.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/Rs7UvFhIbZI/AAAAAAAAAHM/myloTImc_6A/s1600-h/118256783712925281559[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102249333257432466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/Rs7UvFhIbZI/AAAAAAAAAHM/myloTImc_6A/s320/118256783712925281559%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;风景优美的淡江艺术中学，叶湘论是新来的转校生。神秘的一段旋律引领他走向她和一段友情的开始。古董CD店里，老旧的歌曲是他的最爱。而老校舍的琴房里，陈旧的钢琴谱出了一段不可思议的恋情。他和她拥有共同的音乐共识，一样的音乐才华，还有一个不能说的秘密。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如诗般的音乐和细腻爱情质感的画面交织成了一个令人感动的作品。其中当然不乏让人会心一笑的片段，像是神经质的CD店店员，像伍佰的同学还有70年代的台湾本土音乐。不过，其结局让人觉得周董想要草草了事的感觉，令人气馁。不过这也是让我期待着音乐才子的下部电影的源动力。。。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283111693259602046-6407185732049376735?l=neversaydie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/feeds/6407185732049376735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1283111693259602046&amp;postID=6407185732049376735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/6407185732049376735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/6407185732049376735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/2007/08/secret.html' title='Secret'/><author><name>san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841782687223913581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/Rs7UvFhIbZI/AAAAAAAAAHM/myloTImc_6A/s72-c/118256783712925281559%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283111693259602046.post-3149915426202843044</id><published>2007-08-24T08:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T08:44:49.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>狗眼</title><content type='html'>I went to shopping a few days ago with my eldest sis in a shopping complex in Bangsar which a new shopping venue for me. It is a really fancy and classy mall as to compare with others, However, I felt I was heavily humiliated as we were totally ignored when we stepped into a gown shop. It is a reputable designer’s shop and the gowns there are really trendy. The bell on the sounded as we opened the door, I was half expecting the promoter who was sitting behind the counter to get up to welcome us. Instead, she just looked at as coldly as though why were we there. Totally turning a blind eye on us, she resumed her work behind the counter. Rage rose as if she was mocking me as a beggar. I merely followed my sis and did not look around the shop. After we walked out of the shop, my sis told me we should wear better cloths (I was wearing jeans and t-shirt). I disagree with her as I think that service should not be given according to appearance but it should come from bottom of one’s heart. Every customer is potential buyer of your service no matter how he or she is dressed. Do you agree?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283111693259602046-3149915426202843044?l=neversaydie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/feeds/3149915426202843044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1283111693259602046&amp;postID=3149915426202843044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/3149915426202843044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/3149915426202843044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title='狗眼'/><author><name>san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841782687223913581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283111693259602046.post-6719361770584806693</id><published>2007-07-22T10:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T10:57:11.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/RqLHbCkf6-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/zkXungD-k1s/s1600-h/hp7adult_low_140w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089849796242435042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/RqLHbCkf6-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/zkXungD-k1s/s320/hp7adult_low_140w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;21st of July 2007 was a memorable day for me. Not that it was only the day I watch HP 5-OOTP, it was the big day for all the HP fans all over the world. Whether Harry will die or Voldemort will not survive? For about ten years, all the book fans live in the fantasy world of Harry’s and perhaps growing together with him. At first we experience the excitement of entering the realm of magic, discovering the dark secret of Harry’s special abilities, facing the unknown with fear and anger, knowing his own destiny and finally it’s now the time for JK to write to an end. I cannot say how much these books had influenced me or on the other fans. All I know is that HP is a miracle, it created a huge impact on those youngsters who are said to be addicted to pc games and other visual entertainment and this is a good way introducing reading habits to them. I love reading since young but HP is the only series which I had read not less than 20 times for each book (maybe except the 6th because it was exam time.). Yup, you will most probably say that what a fine way of wasting time! However, I can only say that JK had evoked a charm on me which cannot be broken… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283111693259602046-6719361770584806693?l=neversaydie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/feeds/6719361770584806693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1283111693259602046&amp;postID=6719361770584806693' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/6719361770584806693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/6719361770584806693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/2007/07/harry-potter-day.html' title='Harry Potter Day'/><author><name>san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841782687223913581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/RqLHbCkf6-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/zkXungD-k1s/s72-c/hp7adult_low_140w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283111693259602046.post-3795955427494146882</id><published>2007-07-16T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T14:14:28.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate Myself</title><content type='html'>I hate myself for being so stupid. I revised the wrong subject for the test. The questions were so easy but I made many careless mistakes. Chemistry is the subject I prepared the most but I lost all confidence and panic when I just got the paper. Maths 1 was even worse, I actually forgot the simplest integration despite the amount the exercise I had done. What’s wrong with me? Am I really stupid or what? I can hardly feel the taste of satisfaction and confidence in my studies. I had lost in the battle of conquering my weakness, instead I sank lower and lower every time. I hate to disappoint teachers, I hate failing my subjects.  I HATE MYSELF!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283111693259602046-3795955427494146882?l=neversaydie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/feeds/3795955427494146882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1283111693259602046&amp;postID=3795955427494146882' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/3795955427494146882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/3795955427494146882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-hate-myself.html' title='I Hate Myself'/><author><name>san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841782687223913581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283111693259602046.post-4100776296977217239</id><published>2007-07-03T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T20:18:41.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress</title><content type='html'>Today was rather disastrous day for PU2B2, Many were sick; Influenza viruses became virulent in them as their first lines of defense were breached. While for the rest were bombarded with tones of workload and indefinite amount of stress. It was a common sight to see my classmates acting weirdly but proclaiming themselves as perfectly normal people. Chemistry did play an important role of invading our already fully occupied brains, raising the body’s alarm as the minds were filled to the capacity. Indeed, some did cope with this most unwelcome pressure gracefully. However, it soon will be my turn to breakdown. High hopes are harboured on me (or is it myself that load on the pressure?). One of my good friends did remind me today that a few teachers have high expectation on me. Nice as it seems to be noticed by the teachers, but living up to somebody’s expectation is not an easy task for me. Fear engulfs me whenever I cannot solve a question especially in Maths. Life is never easy (familiar?)…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283111693259602046-4100776296977217239?l=neversaydie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/feeds/4100776296977217239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1283111693259602046&amp;postID=4100776296977217239' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/4100776296977217239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/4100776296977217239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/2007/07/stress.html' title='Stress'/><author><name>san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841782687223913581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283111693259602046.post-2007531250511143378</id><published>2007-05-30T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T14:10:53.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Trip to Malacca</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/Rl0VLtDhC8I/AAAAAAAAAG0/a83mOiGJc18/s1600-h/IMG_1051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070232046306134978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/Rl0VLtDhC8I/AAAAAAAAAG0/a83mOiGJc18/s320/IMG_1051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/Rl0VLtDhC9I/AAAAAAAAAG8/CWitcrOs7xk/s1600-h/IMG_1065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070232046306134994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/Rl0VLtDhC9I/AAAAAAAAAG8/CWitcrOs7xk/s320/IMG_1065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;走在古色古香和街道上，突然觉得生活有了新的意义。远离繁华喧嚣的城市，尽情的享受着文化冲击的快感与视觉上的刺激，古城原来是这么一个好地方。狭隘的街道旁摆着各式各样的小摊子，绝大部分买的是手工艺品，偶尔稀稀落落的一些传统工艺品摊位确实叫人惊艳。我不由自主地买下了一个刚作好的面粉雕饰品，因为可爱的小猪造型十分可爱逗趣。街道两旁的店子全都是由古建筑物改造而成的新铺子，时髦却不失其传统风味。其中包括不少的新式cafe,餐厅和一些风格独特的艺术专卖店。不过，路人需十分小心因为走廊十分窄小，有些甚至是隔起来的墙壁呢。在熙来攘往的游客中，不难发现一些身形高大的外国人，这或许说明了VMY2007的成功，也显示传统文化才是吸引游客的最大买点。午餐在一个相当有名的‘和记鸡饭店’解决的。我还是第一次吃这种做成饭团的海南鸡饭，滋味委实不错。我想它应该是本地老饕们的最爱吧，因为排队的人龙一直持续着呢！炎热的大太阳叫人不仅望而却步，更让人汗流浃背。抱着必死的大无畏精神，我们在毒辣的红火球下拍了几张照片，算是到马六甲一游的证据。临别时，我们去吃了“chendol”来消消火气，也算是为此行画下了一个完美的据点！&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283111693259602046-2007531250511143378?l=neversaydie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/feeds/2007531250511143378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1283111693259602046&amp;postID=2007531250511143378' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/2007531250511143378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/2007531250511143378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/2007/05/trip-to-malacca.html' title='A Trip to Malacca'/><author><name>san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841782687223913581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/Rl0VLtDhC8I/AAAAAAAAAG0/a83mOiGJc18/s72-c/IMG_1051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283111693259602046.post-1665078481791020214</id><published>2007-05-26T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T21:15:24.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pirates Of The Caribbean: At World's End</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/RlgxMtDhC7I/AAAAAAAAAGs/UxQ724WH3OY/s1600-h/geoffrey_rush1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068855474928028594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/RlgxMtDhC7I/AAAAAAAAAGs/UxQ724WH3OY/s320/geoffrey_rush1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a wonderful afternoon today as I was free from the ‘entanglement’ of the evil exam stress and most importantly I watch the much awaited movie of the year The Pirates of the Carri. The movie took off with a rather cruel scene which I don’t mind a bit. Then, there came the familiar face- Chow Yun Fatt, as Sao Feng, standing amongst the steam, saying “Welcome to Singapore!” to Captain Barbossa (Geoffrey Rush) and beautiful Elizabeth (Keira Knightley in a Chinese costume.) The East India Trading Company invaded the place and the fellowship was on their way to save Captain Jack Sparrow who was at the Davy Jones’ lorker. The most hilarious part was when Jack having hallucination about the crew of the Black Pearl was all his miniatures. The ship was actually trapped in the midst of ice. A colony of stone-like crabs went to his aid; bringing the ship to the sea shore he met all his old friends. Jack managed to solve the riddle and brought them back to the true world. Other attractions in this sequel, include the convening of a Brethren's Court of the world's nine pirate lords; the 'resurrection' of the mythical sea nymph Calypso; the usual betrayals and treacheries; plus lots of sea-battle showdowns among Jack's ship, the Black Pearl, Davy Jones' Flying Dutchman and the vessels of the EIC. By the way, Jack somehow got to meet his much resemblance father. The last battle was just ok for me because what special effect can hold a candle to the great trilogy’s-TLOTR? However, I must say that Will Turner (Orlando Bloom) and Elizabeth Swann have the best kiss during the battle on the deck of the ship of this year’s movies. Depp had clearly done his magic in making the movie not just a stage for pretty faces (you know who I mean.) In a nutshell, it’s a movie that no one should miss and it’s easily the best of the trilogy. (Maybe there will be more because  Jack stole Barbossa's map of the Fountain of Youth at the end.)&lt;br /&gt;PS: Some Kluang audiences really have to learn how to respect a movie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283111693259602046-1665078481791020214?l=neversaydie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/feeds/1665078481791020214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1283111693259602046&amp;postID=1665078481791020214' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/1665078481791020214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/1665078481791020214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/2007/05/pirates-of-caribbean-at-worlds-end.html' title='Pirates Of The Caribbean: At World&apos;s End'/><author><name>san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841782687223913581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/RlgxMtDhC7I/AAAAAAAAAGs/UxQ724WH3OY/s72-c/geoffrey_rush1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283111693259602046.post-319311582414389621</id><published>2007-04-13T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T10:58:31.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Drama--Fishball</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/RirPO09TFrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/6Wv9mecOWqA/s1600-h/DSCF3725.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056081385317668530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/RirPO09TFrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/6Wv9mecOWqA/s320/DSCF3725.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a sketch this morning. It was fantastic. All my classmates did extraordinary good job, the flirtatious pair-Elween and Hui Mun (professional standard), the much awaited PS fighting part by Daniel and Hon Yip, the cutest Bala and Jun Ru, the cool gansters (Kiran, Yong Seng, Nanthini and Chen Yeh), Vicky who did incrediblely well and of course the leading actor—our beloved monitor, Mr. Lim Kim Wei. The song by Ming Ying was beautiful; it added a touch of ‘sense’ to this really ‘rojak’ drama. By the way, I have to applaud Sheng Song and Ah Chong for their spontaneous acting was simply splendid. The list goes on. A word to all my classmates, I am really impressed by your performances and thanks for tolerating my bad temper when doing the rehearsal. Special thanks to Chen Yeh for your contribution in the ‘interesting’ background music and to Rathika who narrated the story so well. Thank You!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ps: Hon Yip really resembles the so called ‘大 侠’ when he put on the wig—contribution by Mr Elween Loke.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283111693259602046-319311582414389621?l=neversaydie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/feeds/319311582414389621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1283111693259602046&amp;postID=319311582414389621' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/319311582414389621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/319311582414389621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/2007/04/drama-fishball.html' title='The Drama--Fishball'/><author><name>san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841782687223913581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/RirPO09TFrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/6Wv9mecOWqA/s72-c/DSCF3725.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283111693259602046.post-8937107809885696304</id><published>2007-03-30T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T21:22:42.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Test Failed</title><content type='html'>After a week of abusing my brain, I decided to post some fresh thoughts. Yup, I didn't do well in my recent test. I am not up to the mark. I didn't do well in maths and chemistry(really terrible). I told my eldest sis this afternoon. She said doing my best is enough. I beg to differ. I didn't really put all my effort into this test as I thought I will be ok for a small test. Apparently, I am wrong. I found out that I couldn't do a simple chemist calculation question. I was dreading the time allocated for the test to end soon as I really didn't know what to write. Aiyo, really terrible lah. All my classmates talking now are about how they are going to 'pia' (working hard). That's what really upset me for I can't perform well under stress. Maybe I should just give up my STPM...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283111693259602046-8937107809885696304?l=neversaydie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/feeds/8937107809885696304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1283111693259602046&amp;postID=8937107809885696304' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/8937107809885696304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/8937107809885696304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/2007/03/test-failed.html' title='Test Failed'/><author><name>san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841782687223913581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283111693259602046.post-6365776118290693637</id><published>2007-03-16T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T12:45:28.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honesty</title><content type='html'>Honesty is the best policy? I doubt it. I am the kind of person who speaks the truth irregardless of what consequences I may face. Sometimes it seems too harsh and it hurts a lot of people. But the truth is I feel even worse than those listeners, I do cry sometimes but not in front of others, maybe during the night or when I am in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                Nevertheless, I am not this kind of person initially. I am a timid girl when I was in primary school. I didn’t even dare to tell my parents or teacher when a boy stole my specs. I listened to him all the while because I thought he is smart. Then, after a few years, things change. My family members who were usually lenient to me began telling me in harsh reality as they think that I am too weak in personality. I cried of course, in the beginning. However, they just ignored it. My Da Jie told me that crying cannot solve a problem; it’s an act of a weak person. I heeded her advice though crying while she was lecturing me. In the end, she had to buy me a gift as compensation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              However, my Er Jie wasn’t so lenient. There was a time, one of my relative “bullied” me resulting me committing the act of weakness again, and she just ignored me. In her opinion, if she gives me more attention, the more ‘manja’ I might become. Her boyfriend is even harsher. He once lectured me about my attitude problem all the way from Kluang to KL. Of Course, as you might have guessed it, I was crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              I am saying these not because I blame them. Instead, I am grateful to them. If not for them, there will be no Kua Pei San at all. They moulded my strong personality so that I won’t get hurt easily by others’ comments. If not for their guidance, I will still be a snobbish and self-centered person. I really love them dearly as they take care of not only my basic physical necessities but also my spiritual requirements. Now, I can say aloud that I can solve my own problems (maybe sometimes still need everybody’s help. Sorry…) and even help others in some matters. Many do say that I look tough and reliable enough to be trusted (?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Nonetheless, my frankness seems to hurt a lot of my friends. Some cried and some just don’t want to be my friends while the rest will think that I am bullying them. The truth is they did something which I think is wrong or unreasonable or maybe things which had hurt me. My self-defense system was tuned up automatically; I shot my view on their face directly. It’s done within seconds and without thinking. Consequently, things turned sour (for further information, please refer to the post titled “朋 友”)    . Ai…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            It takes great pains for me to write about this as I had never told this to anyone before even to my closest friend and sisters. It’s just too personal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           To all my friends, I would like to apologize for my bluntness (or is it sharpness?) in my words. But this time, I would like to add on that, please accept me for who I am. If you regard me as your friend, then regard my ‘frankness’ as a norm. Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; (PS: Please do not take it too seriously, for I am just expressing my thoughts.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283111693259602046-6365776118290693637?l=neversaydie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/feeds/6365776118290693637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1283111693259602046&amp;postID=6365776118290693637' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/6365776118290693637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/6365776118290693637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/2007/03/honesty.html' title='Honesty'/><author><name>san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841782687223913581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283111693259602046.post-2378620010888929859</id><published>2007-03-11T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T17:49:40.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Argh!!!!</title><content type='html'>I give up! I really don't know how to do the maths 2!! There is no answer for you to check the calculation, no clues which chapter the question is from and nobody is as lost as me!!! It's supposed to be holidays! I am supposed to relax and to enjoy myself but I ended up looking through all the books for the sake of Mr. Lim!! I really want to tear the paper, break Mr Lim specs!!! Urgh!!! Tones of books of all subjects need my attention as the test is looming. Ahhh!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283111693259602046-2378620010888929859?l=neversaydie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/feeds/2378620010888929859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1283111693259602046&amp;postID=2378620010888929859' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/2378620010888929859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/2378620010888929859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/2007/03/argh.html' title='Argh!!!!'/><author><name>san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841782687223913581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283111693259602046.post-2522075722194398027</id><published>2007-03-09T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T22:20:11.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>花样少年少女</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/RfFqIySZvDI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/qDWd_kX2kSg/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039926157174750258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/RfFqIySZvDI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/qDWd_kX2kSg/s320/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/RfFqJCSZvEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/REamO1aMiBM/s1600-h/1890331144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039926161469717570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/RfFqJCSZvEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/REamO1aMiBM/s320/1890331144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;剧情介绍：&lt;br /&gt;“我，女扮男装转学到男校，都是为了要见他—我崇拜的跳高冠军左以泉”就这样，因为崇拜著跳高选手左以泉( 吴 尊)，17岁的卢瑞莃(原著：Ella)决定要进一步接近他。首先，瑞莃先将留了多年的长发剪短，从美国特地转学回来到男校樱开学院就读。可是因为樱开是一所寄宿男子学校，瑞莃只有隐瞒自已真正的性别而入读。幸运的是，她不单与泉同就读1年C班，而且也是两人也是室友关係，居於第二宿舍的205室。这个巧合让瑞莃一时高兴就对泉做了爱的告白，只是马上就被泉认定自己是同性恋，而对她相当冷淡。反倒是另一位同学金秀尹( 汪 东 城)对瑞莃的举动感到相当感兴趣。从此也奠定了三个人坚固友谊的基础，另外也开啟了秀尹对瑞莃的爱慕之情。可是瑞莃才刚高兴可以与泉近距离接触，却又马上得知泉放弃了跳高而大感失望。只是，渐渐地，她发现了泉其实仍然很喜欢跳高，只是不晓得为了什麼原因而自我封闭起来…… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The typical idolised tv programme. Nothing much of surprise but sometimes it's quite hilarious. The truth is, I am just a big fan of  吴 尊!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283111693259602046-2522075722194398027?l=neversaydie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/feeds/2522075722194398027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1283111693259602046&amp;postID=2522075722194398027' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/2522075722194398027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/2522075722194398027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title='花样少年少女'/><author><name>san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841782687223913581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/RfFqIySZvDI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/qDWd_kX2kSg/s72-c/7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283111693259602046.post-7425493148058800181</id><published>2007-03-09T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T21:42:47.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talent Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/RfFj9CSZvBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/xAsI37PeaFg/s1600-h/Picture+495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039919358241520658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/RfFj9CSZvBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/xAsI37PeaFg/s320/Picture+495.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/RfFj9iSZvCI/AAAAAAAAAGI/-knPDP-aG5g/s1600-h/Picture+505.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039919366831455266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/RfFj9iSZvCI/AAAAAAAAAGI/-knPDP-aG5g/s320/Picture+505.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-3-2007. It’s the time to show what talent means actually. It seemed that many from my school are multi-talented, they can sing and play musical instrument really well. As I was one of the B.O.D.s, I got witness these performances free. However, the preparation before this event was so tiring, I mean I don’t know why I had do the decoration for the backdrop in the end as I was only given the job to buy and to wrap the gifts earlier. I had to stay up until 2 in the morning to colour the whole thing for the drawn “Elvis Presley” very big (I drew it). It looked quite nice to me and it received quite a number of compliments though. I had no time to accompany my sis who specially came back for that weekend. Ai… Lastly, I want to say that Elween’s performance was fantastic; I doubt nobody wasn’t mesmerized by his strong vocal performance. And I want to add a point that Lee Ping and Ning Shing really looked cute!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283111693259602046-7425493148058800181?l=neversaydie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/feeds/7425493148058800181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1283111693259602046&amp;postID=7425493148058800181' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/7425493148058800181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/7425493148058800181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/2007/03/talent-time.html' title='Talent Time'/><author><name>san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841782687223913581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/RfFj9CSZvBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/xAsI37PeaFg/s72-c/Picture+495.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283111693259602046.post-6463962553666573317</id><published>2007-02-18T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T15:30:56.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/RdgAfNyNJlI/AAAAAAAAAFg/K0Dj_eUjuTk/s1600-h/Picture+472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032773119862711890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/RdgAfNyNJlI/AAAAAAAAAFg/K0Dj_eUjuTk/s320/Picture+472.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/RdgAfdyNJmI/AAAAAAAAAFo/P1Jdvaq1Slw/s1600-h/Picture+473.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032773124157679202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/RdgAfdyNJmI/AAAAAAAAAFo/P1Jdvaq1Slw/s320/Picture+473.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is the first day of Lunar NY. It’s always a big thing for us the traditional Chinese. We always dress in our best clothes and visit our relatives. This morning, we did. Both of my sis are simply gorgeous. My eldest sis styles like modern OL while the other one in vintage style. At 10 in the morning, our family went to the Kg Paya Buddhist temple to have our vegetarian feast. I met with several friends and I must say that, Ning Shing, you look really nice. Then, my family went to our aunt’s house. It’s good to see my relatives and am sad to see my aunt is getting older. I always like because she is funny but time does leave mark on her. The NY feeling is so not thick like compared to last year. It’s very obvious during our reunion dinner(less dish, but still a lot of hard work), but the feeling of reunion just warmed my heart. Maybe I am the type of person who like to be alone or with my close family members, I do cherish the quality time with my sis. Thanks Er Jie for spending so much time and effort on my clothes and thanks Da Jie for putting so much of sweat and toil for our family. Love you all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283111693259602046-6463962553666573317?l=neversaydie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/feeds/6463962553666573317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1283111693259602046&amp;postID=6463962553666573317' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/6463962553666573317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/6463962553666573317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/2007/02/new-year.html' title='New Year'/><author><name>san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841782687223913581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/RdgAfNyNJlI/AAAAAAAAAFg/K0Dj_eUjuTk/s72-c/Picture+472.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283111693259602046.post-794955942449941157</id><published>2007-02-06T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T19:37:47.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relay</title><content type='html'>I finished my 4x400 m relay this aft. I did my best but we still got the last place. I want to apologize to all my fellow team members, I am really sorry. The truth is it wasn’t a competition at all—Sulaiman is just too strong. Besides them, ‘Abu Burn’ was really good. Ming Ying and Vicky just flashed pass me while I was waiting for my turn. (I have to confess something—Ming Ying, forgive me to think that you only a ‘vase’. You are an all-rounder now in my opinion.) Jun Ru was also fantastic, as well as Sheng Song, Cheng Yee, Chen Yeh, Sui Yao and Wen Jie.  Bravo to all of you! Personally, I think SS is the best as she gave me support when I was feeling down yesterday and today. Mm, I now declare that SS is truly my friend! Hahaha… (Cold) I ran my first race in my life, I doubt whether it will be the last for a race can take any form a person’s life. I out-won myself today; I hope I will in the future…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283111693259602046-794955942449941157?l=neversaydie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/feeds/794955942449941157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1283111693259602046&amp;postID=794955942449941157' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/794955942449941157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/794955942449941157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/2007/02/relay.html' title='Relay'/><author><name>san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841782687223913581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283111693259602046.post-5666419073501348968</id><published>2007-02-06T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T19:36:05.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PBSM</title><content type='html'>I have never been a PBSM member before although I like to help people. In F6, I finally get the chance to really do fulfill my ‘destiny’ to learn medical knowledge to aid those who are in need. Last Saturday, my friends and I were each entrusted a team for we had passed our Rakan Remaja Program (though without sijil). Mdm P mentioned about ss and my lack of confidence during the assembly (Sorry, teacher. I will do my best next time if you give the chance.). I was quite excited but fearful as well, you know I’m not the type who can talk confidently in front of the crowd. However, I do love to join this type of activity. Talking about first aid, my friends and I went to the bola jaring competition last Monday. I did learn something, it’s my first time carrying a stretcher, and it was really heavy to carry a person. The point is I wonder why I was always the first person who rushed to the patient???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283111693259602046-5666419073501348968?l=neversaydie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/feeds/5666419073501348968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1283111693259602046&amp;postID=5666419073501348968' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/5666419073501348968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/5666419073501348968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/2007/02/pbsm.html' title='PBSM'/><author><name>san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841782687223913581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283111693259602046.post-7888409261926601273</id><published>2007-01-27T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T18:43:40.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death Note 2 -- The Last Name</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/RbsjBzP9-KI/AAAAAAAAAEg/N1sSez524Gw/s1600-h/360x250_deathnote2_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024648323105945762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/RbsjBzP9-KI/AAAAAAAAAEg/N1sSez524Gw/s320/360x250_deathnote2_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024648323105945778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/RbsjBzP9-LI/AAAAAAAAAEo/PzUHs_6brOc/s320/360x250_deathnote2_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy as it seems, the title has already given us the answer—the last name. Who will it be, other than Kira himself or there will not be any last name at all(?). I personally think that the ending isn’t any of surprise but the plot is very interesting and mind intruging. The new God of Death (Rem) is not as cool as the one who serves Kira(Ryuk). However, the characters are really doing a good job, especially L and Light Yagami’s(Kira) father. One of my friend's friend is imitating L holding the phone with the thumb and the middle finger! Yup, I have to admit that the pop singer(Misa Amane) is the other kind of cute, the darker type(Gothic Lolita). My personal favourite scene is at the beginning of the film where Light and L engaged in a game of chess, which is the best representation of their hyper intellectual and psychological duels with each other. It is a movie you can’t miss .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283111693259602046-7888409261926601273?l=neversaydie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/feeds/7888409261926601273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1283111693259602046&amp;postID=7888409261926601273' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/7888409261926601273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/7888409261926601273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/2007/01/death-note-2-last-name.html' title='Death Note 2 -- The Last Name'/><author><name>san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841782687223913581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/RbsjBzP9-KI/AAAAAAAAAEg/N1sSez524Gw/s72-c/360x250_deathnote2_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283111693259602046.post-6790546216401060491</id><published>2007-01-20T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T18:18:14.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>黄 金 甲</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/RbG2OY82YPI/AAAAAAAAADU/Yjynju3QBik/s1600-h/360x250_curse12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021995417826910450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/RbG2OY82YPI/AAAAAAAAADU/Yjynju3QBik/s320/360x250_curse12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/RbG2Oo82YQI/AAAAAAAAADc/Y5VNHeoYIpE/s1600-h/360x250_curse1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021995422121877762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/RbG2Oo82YQI/AAAAAAAAADc/Y5VNHeoYIpE/s320/360x250_curse1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;黄 金 甲 让 我 度 过 了 令 人 头 痛 的 113 分 钟。 强 烈 的 颜 色 对 比 令 我 眼 花 缭 乱。 无 可 置 疑 的， 众 演 员 演 技 精 湛， 个 个 都 入 目 三 分。 周 润 发 城 府 甚 深、 巩 俐 野 心 勃 勃、 刘 烨 花 心 懦 弱、 周 杰 伦 自 然 不 做 作、 还 有 表 面 天 真 可 爱 可 是 内 心 也 有 黑 暗 的 一 面 的 小 王 子。 不 过 当 中 最 令 人 眼 前 一 亮 的 不 是 赌 神 也 不 是 咱 们 的 周 董， 本 人 最 欣 赏 的 是 小 王 子。 他 几 场 内 心 戏 真 的 比 周 董 还 要 抢 眼。 他 不 但 可 爱， 叛 变 时 狰 狞 的 模 样 令 人 不 寒 而 栗。 话 虽 如 此， 周 董 的 菊 花 台 超 X 的， 歌 词 凄 美 动 人， 悠 扬 的 古 筝 令 人 神 伤。（ 我 也 是 看 了 这 部 戏 才 喜 欢 ‘菊 花 台’， 之 前 比 较 喜 欢 ‘千 里 之 外’。） 总 而 言 之， 言 而 总 之， 黄 金 甲 是 个 奢 侈 品， 喜 欢 朴 实 作 品 的 朋 友 就 别 浪 费 时 间 了。 别 像 我 正 在 后 悔ing 。。。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283111693259602046-6790546216401060491?l=neversaydie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/feeds/6790546216401060491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1283111693259602046&amp;postID=6790546216401060491' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/6790546216401060491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/6790546216401060491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post_20.html' title='黄 金 甲'/><author><name>san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841782687223913581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/RbG2OY82YPI/AAAAAAAAADU/Yjynju3QBik/s72-c/360x250_curse12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283111693259602046.post-7778166401470935814</id><published>2007-01-20T07:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T07:55:23.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merentas Desa</title><content type='html'>My school held the cross country event yesterday at stadium Kluang. It was my first time to be a PBSM helper. It was really interesting and “enjoyable”. I totally agree to Mdm Presanna that they drop like flies. It seemed that I really look reliable that there was one girl actually fainted when we made eye contact. I rushed to her side to prevent her from falling, and helping her to the PBSM tent. The other one looked at me (giving me a signal) before she threw up. Yeah, very nice. I remember one particular Malay girl who couldn’t breathe properly and kept asking me did she make it. Sze Hua and I helped her to the side and Sze Hua kept fanning her. The point was she still faced breathing difficulty after a few minutes. Then I did something stupid. I hold her left hand and I told her to listen to me, “Breathe slowly, in and out,”, while exhale and inhale slowly myself (loud and deliberately slow). In the end she managed to calm down but she still kept on budging me whether did she make it (ai…). I really enjoy being a PBSM member and I really hope that there will be another opportunity like this in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283111693259602046-7778166401470935814?l=neversaydie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/feeds/7778166401470935814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1283111693259602046&amp;postID=7778166401470935814' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/7778166401470935814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/7778166401470935814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/2007/01/merentas-desa.html' title='Merentas Desa'/><author><name>san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841782687223913581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283111693259602046.post-3686063096982457</id><published>2007-01-13T07:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T08:03:08.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flood Again...</title><content type='html'>I woke up at 6 this morning and changed into my PBSM uniform to attend the co-co activities in the school. I tried to ignore how cold the weather is which due to the heavy downpour. My father drove slowly and he avoided the main entrance of my taman. Somewhere in the middle, Mdn Presanna sms me and told me the co-co is canceled. Thank god I haven’t reached the school. Then, I saw a sight I had never seen before, at the roundabout to the town, both the roads which lead to the town and Kg Melayu were blocked. My pa made a swift turn into the Chong Hwa road, we ended up in front of a ‘sea’ just behind the Hong Leong Bank. Sadly, we turned back to Kluang Baru to have my breakfast and there I met Kishnan (Elvis Presley). Mdm Presana once told us during a MUET class that the flood in Kluang is due to bad drainage system and the irresponsibility of the people in Kluang. However, I beg to differ because I think it’s mainly because of the change in climax of the world. Rain seldom lasts for a few days in Kluang as we are in a valley. However, the height of the rain is about 300 ml which is usually the height of rain for a whole year. Hm, but it still remains a fact that if we do not throw rubbish into the drains and rivers, Kluang will be excluded from the flooded area.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283111693259602046-3686063096982457?l=neversaydie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/feeds/3686063096982457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1283111693259602046&amp;postID=3686063096982457' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/3686063096982457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/3686063096982457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/2007/01/flood-again.html' title='Flood Again...'/><author><name>san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841782687223913581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283111693259602046.post-5905541484622606246</id><published>2007-01-12T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T21:40:43.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>朋 友</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/RaePsI82YNI/AAAAAAAAADA/dqvhqW8OX_g/s1600-h/image002.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019138298207428818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/RaePsI82YNI/AAAAAAAAADA/dqvhqW8OX_g/s320/image002.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                   朋 友 的 定 义 是 什 么？ 在 困 难 中 互 相 扶 持， 还 是 在 快 乐 的 时 候 锦 上 添 花 的 人？我 想 都 是 吧。 我 总 觉 得， 拥 有 一 些， 就 会 失 去 一 些。 以 下 是 我 想 分 享 一 段 故 事。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在 不 是 很 久 的 以 前， 有 两 个 女 孩 是 要 好 的 朋 友。 她 们 时常 在 一 起 玩、 一 起 学习、 甚 至 一 起 走 路 回 家. 有 一 天， 那 个 叫 霜 的 女 孩 认 识 的 人 变 多 了， 她 和 另 一 个 女 孩 ， 桦 处 的 时 间 却 相 对 的 变 少 了。 桦 察 觉 了， 她 觉 得 霜 不 应 该 这 么 作， 霜 应 该 多 多 关 心 她。 但 是，霜 却 为 自 己 辩 驳，她 告 诉 桦， 朋 友 会 因 时 间 与 环 境 而 改 变。 人 也 该 向 上 爬， 应 该 多 结 识 朋 友。桦 默 默 不 语， 承 认 了这 个 事 实。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不 久 后，桦 改 变 了 自 己， 结 交 了 很 多 朋友。 而 霜 的 火 爆 脾 气 却 令 很 多 人 敬 而 远 之。 很 快 的，霜 意 识 道 华 似 乎 离 自 己 越 来 越 远。 因 此， 她 加 倍 地 对 桦 好 希 望 自己 仍 是 她 最 好 的 朋 友。 不 管 桦 遇 到 什 么 困 难， 能 帮 的 她 都 想 办 法 替 她 解 决。 但 最 后 却 发 现 桦 的 朋友 实 在 太 多， 没 法 将 她 纳 入 知 己 的 那 一 栏。霜 放 弃 了， 渐 渐 疏 远 桦。 尽 管 桦 曾 多 次 想 解 决 这 个 问 题，霜始 终 冷 漠 以 待。 虽 然 她 们 俩 仍 然 是 朋 友， 但 一 切 已 不 如 童 年 般 美 好。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这 段 故 事 没 高 潮、 没 带 给 人 启 示 的 小智 慧， 但 却 是 实 事， 或 许 你 会 觉 得 它 平 凡 且 幼 稚。 但 请 别 感 到 讶 异， 因 为 这 是 一 段 货 真 价 实 的 记 忆 。。。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283111693259602046-5905541484622606246?l=neversaydie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/feeds/5905541484622606246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1283111693259602046&amp;postID=5905541484622606246' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/5905541484622606246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/5905541484622606246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post.html' title='朋 友'/><author><name>san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841782687223913581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/RaePsI82YNI/AAAAAAAAADA/dqvhqW8OX_g/s72-c/image002.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283111693259602046.post-4723030943898601977</id><published>2007-01-06T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T10:50:09.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Reopens…</title><content type='html'>Ai.. I am an upper six student now. Yeah, really interesting life. Really looking forward to chemistry and maths classes. Do you know how  stress life can be? Never ending tuition classes, tiring practical bio and chemist classes and neck-breaking maths class ( I don’t like the teacher!!). They just drive me crazy. Life seems to be full of challenges and sorrow. Yesterday, I heard from my elder sis that one of her friends who always came to my house passed away when she was giving birth. I always thought that our advanced technology has prevented this kind of problem, apparently I was wrong. Maybe I really should consider to be a doctor…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283111693259602046-4723030943898601977?l=neversaydie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/feeds/4723030943898601977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1283111693259602046&amp;postID=4723030943898601977' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/4723030943898601977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/4723030943898601977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/2007/01/school-reopens.html' title='School Reopens…'/><author><name>san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841782687223913581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283111693259602046.post-8812478895013338121</id><published>2007-01-06T10:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T10:38:09.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Car Explosion?</title><content type='html'>My car blew up. Yup, you see it correctly, it emitted gases when I started the engine  in the hospital. The air-con filter broke and poked holes through the front part of the car. The sound was loud and scary. I thought it was a punctured tyre, but siok sian said no as she saw the whole process very clearly. My god, many people came to surround us. Only a few Malay uncles really helped us. I called my sis straight away, I only told her I was at hospital at first and that freaked her out. In the end, I explained the whole situation and she rudshed to the hospital immediately. I was left to wait for someone to pick me up and Bala accompanied me (a great guy) as I told ss to go home first after she had suggested accompanying me. So thanks to Siok Sian, Bala and Kim Wei who had helped me in that difficult moment. (I really thought the car’s going to explode!)  A VERY SPECIAL NEW GIFT FOR ME...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283111693259602046-8812478895013338121?l=neversaydie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/feeds/8812478895013338121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1283111693259602046&amp;postID=8812478895013338121' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/8812478895013338121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/8812478895013338121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/2007/01/car-explosion.html' title='Car Explosion?'/><author><name>san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841782687223913581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283111693259602046.post-8237049718086080783</id><published>2006-12-28T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T22:57:39.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam Passed!!!</title><content type='html'>Hurray, we finished the practical exam today! The process was so frightening that I tried hard not to remember how badly I did in the morning. Before we went home, the sisters told us that all of us had passed and we will be receiving our certificates when school reopens. It was sort of trying to help us to pass so that the money and time will not be wasted. That's the kind of things Malaysians always do. (Stop complaining because I don't think I will pass without their help.) Thanks to all the sisters and staff nurses in the hospital, I really learned a lot.(^~^)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283111693259602046-8237049718086080783?l=neversaydie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/feeds/8237049718086080783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1283111693259602046&amp;postID=8237049718086080783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/8237049718086080783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/8237049718086080783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/2006/12/exam-passed.html' title='Exam Passed!!!'/><author><name>san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841782687223913581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283111693259602046.post-4663485103754061328</id><published>2006-12-26T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T11:59:14.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/RZCd7jI36BI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Lmnf921nANk/s1600-h/theholiday_bigreleaseposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012680031633664018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/RZCd7jI36BI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Lmnf921nANk/s320/theholiday_bigreleaseposter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just finished watching ‘The Holidays’. I have to admit that the background music is superb in my opinion. Maybe it’s due to my favouritism towards music played with piano and violin. The story is fine but not that realistic as Jude Law has many gfs in the reality from what I heard. Hm, my Christmas was packed with work (bio) and with some ex-classmates. (Really sorry to my friends because I didn’t help in the preparation.) However, I did the countdown alone at my house, peaceful and serene. I had my Christmas feast with my second sis the day on Christmas Eve in an Italian restaurant in Tebrau city. It was really fascinating. But now I’m under stress to finish all my homework and project. Aii…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283111693259602046-4663485103754061328?l=neversaydie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/feeds/4663485103754061328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1283111693259602046&amp;postID=4663485103754061328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/4663485103754061328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/4663485103754061328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841782687223913581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/RZCd7jI36BI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Lmnf921nANk/s72-c/theholiday_bigreleaseposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283111693259602046.post-5549488720127443638</id><published>2006-12-22T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T23:06:01.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hottest News in Town-- The title of HP Book 7!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/RYvtATI36AI/AAAAAAAAACo/qEBZKSnxmkc/s1600-h/normal_harry-high.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011359599773083650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/RYvtATI36AI/AAAAAAAAACo/qEBZKSnxmkc/s320/normal_harry-high.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Presenting your Christmas present from Jo Rowling:&lt;br /&gt;                                              &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;                            &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;                     Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Do Not Disturb sign has been removed from JK Rowling's &lt;a href="http://www.jkrowling.com/" target="_blank"&gt;official site&lt;/a&gt;. The text below is to see how to open the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to JKRowling.com. Click on the eraser on her desk.&lt;br /&gt;· 1. Click the knob on the open door in the mirror to see the Christmas tree.&lt;br /&gt;· 2. Click on the top half of the main door to see a wreath.&lt;br /&gt;· 3. Click on the top of the mirror to reveal garland.&lt;br /&gt;· 4. They will all go away if you click the spider web next to the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;· 5. Click on the fourth chime in the window and the key for the door.&lt;br /&gt;· 6. Drag the key to the door knob to unlock the door.&lt;br /&gt;· 7. The door opens to reveal a package.&lt;br /&gt;· 8. When you click the bow, the package will open.&lt;br /&gt;· 9. Inside is a game of Hangman you can play to guess the title of Book 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool, man! I cannot describe how excited I am when I saw the title of the 7th book on ‘The Mugglenet’. Hp series are my favourite story books. I read not fewer than 10 times for each book. They are really fascinating. Ahhh, the final book! I feel so sad cannot continue the journey through the magical land (especially Hogwarts) with Harry after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283111693259602046-5549488720127443638?l=neversaydie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/feeds/5549488720127443638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1283111693259602046&amp;postID=5549488720127443638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/5549488720127443638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/5549488720127443638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/2006/12/hottest-news-in-town-title-of-hp-book-7.html' title='Hottest News in Town-- The title of HP Book 7!'/><author><name>san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841782687223913581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/RYvtATI36AI/AAAAAAAAACo/qEBZKSnxmkc/s72-c/normal_harry-high.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283111693259602046.post-4416322236175505301</id><published>2006-12-22T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T12:05:03.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>I had the ‘rawatan ke rumah’ activity this afternoon. My group (Rakan Reamaja Hospital) went to a Malay house beside the road to Renggam whose the occupant is suffering from breast cancer. Before entering the house, the staff nurse in charge actually told us to wait so that she could ask the family whether the patient had passed away or not. My immediate reaction was stunned and furious. I mean what kind of service you are doing to the patient until you don’t know whether the patient is alive or not? It is just ridiculous! I mean I have never hoped that the general hospital to know every patient’s details, but it’s absurd that you do not take extra caution of a patient who’s at the final stage. Ah, all of my group members were so angry. In the end, the nurse told us the patient had passed away on Monday. Silence followed. Sadness gripped us. Yes, life is fragile….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283111693259602046-4416322236175505301?l=neversaydie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/feeds/4416322236175505301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1283111693259602046&amp;postID=4416322236175505301' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/4416322236175505301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/4416322236175505301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/2006/12/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841782687223913581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283111693259602046.post-4265847082350113252</id><published>2006-12-21T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T21:24:39.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Big, Fat, Obnoxious (beautiful?) Bee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/RYqK8zI35_I/AAAAAAAAACc/5Be26Loc7tQ/s1600-h/Picture+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010970312527308786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/RYqK8zI35_I/AAAAAAAAACc/5Be26Loc7tQ/s320/Picture+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, the sun finally showed her face. It was a great day for work, especially for bees. At 4 in the afternoon, many bees were seen in Bala’s garden. Kim Wei straight away noticed two big, fat blue coloured bees swarming around the long bean plants when we passed the garden. The sound they made was so loud “zzzZZZZZzzzzZZZZ” that really scared me out of my wit (I took refuge in Bala’s house.). They are really dangerous looking. Then, Chen Yeh, Kim Wei and Bala approached them slowly with nets. They wanted the one near the edge. Finally, came the breathtaking moment when Chen made a swift and daring swipe. The bee was trapped but it was still making a lot of noise. Bala poked it hard with my syringe which filled with formalin. In the end, it was dead but the syringe was broken too. (Imagine how hard the exoskeleton was!) I practically admired all the boys for risking their life for our bio project. (Pai Sei, I was standing outside the battle field all the time….) Ahem, thanks to them anyway. Good job man! (And women…) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283111693259602046-4265847082350113252?l=neversaydie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/feeds/4265847082350113252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1283111693259602046&amp;postID=4265847082350113252' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/4265847082350113252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/4265847082350113252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/2006/12/big-fat-obnoxious-beautiful-bee.html' title='A Big, Fat, Obnoxious (beautiful?) Bee'/><author><name>san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841782687223913581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/RYqK8zI35_I/AAAAAAAAACc/5Be26Loc7tQ/s72-c/Picture+037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283111693259602046.post-6659149975060518101</id><published>2006-12-19T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T21:50:18.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays, A New Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/RYftwTI358I/AAAAAAAAABs/WQJ5DO4pX0E/s1600-h/742645835l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010234524499961794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/RYftwTI358I/AAAAAAAAABs/WQJ5DO4pX0E/s320/742645835l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/RYftwjI359I/AAAAAAAAAB0/QGmTpyduAbA/s1600-h/414713199l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010234528794929106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/RYftwjI359I/AAAAAAAAAB0/QGmTpyduAbA/s320/414713199l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/RYftwjI35-I/AAAAAAAAAB8/7ZKJlnL8i-g/s1600-h/623451368l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010234528794929122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/RYftwjI35-I/AAAAAAAAAB8/7ZKJlnL8i-g/s320/623451368l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;12.12.2006. A meaningful day. I attended the Program Rakan Remaja Hospital Kluang along with many of my classmates. We got to learn how to make bed and taking care of the patients. However, it was all theory at first and the process of learning was quite boring sometimes. Last Friday, we had our persembahan. Group 1 (my group) presented a sketch which ended with a cheer, “the Pink Girls”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Pink Girls!&lt;br /&gt;Pinky, Pinky, Pinky!&lt;br /&gt;Pink Girls memang Hot!!!&lt;br /&gt;Pinky, Pinky, Pinky!&lt;br /&gt;Shakalakababe, Shakalakababe.&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, Pinky!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my first time really doing a cheer in front of many people. It was like taking a small step on the moon—a huge step in my life. Yup, I’m not the kind who can present well in front of others. I always care about what image I portray in others’ eyes, do I look stupid? Are my jokes funny? Do my friends hate me for who I am? Hmm, it seems like I’m a problematic girl (direct translation). I’m not used to speaking to strangers and enjoying group activities, I like to be alone in my own world where my imagination can run wild. I think that’s why I do not like camping. Fortunately, this program helps me in my communication skills. You know, through introducing yourself and playing group games. On the whole, this holiday lead me to the door of a new life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283111693259602046-6659149975060518101?l=neversaydie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/feeds/6659149975060518101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1283111693259602046&amp;postID=6659149975060518101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/6659149975060518101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/6659149975060518101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/2006/12/holidays-new-life.html' title='Holidays, A New Life'/><author><name>san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841782687223913581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/RYftwTI358I/AAAAAAAAABs/WQJ5DO4pX0E/s72-c/742645835l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283111693259602046.post-2237085346122824814</id><published>2006-12-19T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T12:15:07.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Box of Scenery</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/RYdm9DI353I/AAAAAAAAAAs/RJbdQ6SrDMY/s1600-h/beauty_popup_07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010086309473544050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/RYdm9DI353I/AAAAAAAAAAs/RJbdQ6SrDMY/s320/beauty_popup_07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/RYdm9DI354I/AAAAAAAAAA0/iZhwYW5pJiQ/s1600-h/beauty_popup_26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010086309473544066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/RYdm9DI354I/AAAAAAAAAA0/iZhwYW5pJiQ/s320/beauty_popup_26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/RYdmfDI352I/AAAAAAAAAAk/nsmAHGiDxV4/s1600-h/beauty_popup_06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010085794077468514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/RYdmfDI352I/AAAAAAAAAAk/nsmAHGiDxV4/s320/beauty_popup_06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love watching television. It’s a way of reaching out to the world. American, Korean, Taiwan, Japanese, Hong Kong and Chinese. I just simply like to indulge myself in those beautifully presented visual impact. I can sit in front of a TV for the whole day. Yup, I’m wearing specs but never mind that. Recently, I’m addicted to a Hong Kong TV series, War and Beauty. It’s a story about the women in the palace in the Ching Dynasty of China. It begins with the execution of a concubine who had offended the most powerful concubine in Zi Jin Cheng (the Royal Palace) - Ru Fei. The Empress who once caused Ru Fei to have a miscarriage then steps into the picture. Their bad tidings reach the climax when several new Gui Ren (concubine of lower status) are elected. And these Gui Ren have their own conspiracies, including falling in love with an imperial physician and plotting to overthrown the Empress and Ru Fei. The ending is not to my liking but it’s truthful. Happy ending sometimes is too vulnerable compared to the harsh reality (please watch The Memoirs Of A Geisha if you do not believe). Love is hard to find. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283111693259602046-2237085346122824814?l=neversaydie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/feeds/2237085346122824814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1283111693259602046&amp;postID=2237085346122824814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/2237085346122824814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/2237085346122824814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/2006/12/box-of-scenery.html' title='The Box of Scenery'/><author><name>san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841782687223913581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TvtXJq7o3Zo/RYdm9DI353I/AAAAAAAAAAs/RJbdQ6SrDMY/s72-c/beauty_popup_07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283111693259602046.post-6969812758382658736</id><published>2006-12-17T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T12:56:50.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New blogger</title><content type='html'>Ahem. First time doing blogging. Nervous? Scared? Just not quite used to it. I mean I'm not the type who often use pc. Yalor. I'm a pc idiot(direct translation). Since I have nothing to do in the holidays, so might as well pick up some skills, including attending the rakan remaja hospital program. It's very meanigful coz I seldom do society work. Very funny too as we presented sketches last friday. Good for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283111693259602046-6969812758382658736?l=neversaydie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/feeds/6969812758382658736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1283111693259602046&amp;postID=6969812758382658736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/6969812758382658736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283111693259602046/posts/default/6969812758382658736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neversaydie88.blogspot.com/2006/12/new-blogger.html' title='New blogger'/><author><name>san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841782687223913581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
