<?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-9070430116888649435</id><updated>2011-11-11T18:06:14.721+08:00</updated><category term='Prefects..'/><category term='Rambling'/><category term='Pictures'/><category term='Trips'/><category term='Boredom'/><category term='Things'/><category term='Songs'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Gross'/><category term='Feelings'/><category term='Exams..'/><category term='Wishlist'/><title type='text'>Thoughts &amp; Pots</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' 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&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He/She hates the person who hurts you. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;No matter what you know you can lean on him/her. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He/She doesn't care about your flaws and is still there for you no matter what. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;All you have to do is give him/her signals and he/she knows whats going through your mind or what you're about to say. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He/She knows you so much better than you know yourself. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;He/She never ever gives up on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;They make life so much easier to live and to know that you're never alone. :) &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/9070430116888649435-3228430445141763844?l=ineradicablememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070430116888649435.post-4960287370345389984</id><published>2011-09-26T15:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T15:59:01.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day She Went Away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Jessica Loo Hsing Wen left today! :'( Today cannot be any sadder. It's setting in now that you left! :(((((( Why did London have to take you for so long?! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was having a nap in the afternoon (since I had to wake up at like 5am! :P) and I suddenly woke up and was like, "Jessica's gone. *sniffles sniffles*" and I couldn't go back to sleep and even when I did, I had a nightmare! Gah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things will be so different without you now. Especially with things like this,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5nM3BA8zni8/ToArxnpRI1I/AAAAAAAAARQ/P-Ca01s-rX4/s320/318559_10150819327825427_867465426_20890022_41966002_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656569263432999762" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) hahahaha. See now that you're gone, I won't have random funny moments like these anymore. :( Haih! When you get settled in, we'll skype okay! I'll see whether I can round up all the Pitts and we'll group skype! :D &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna miss that empty seat every Sunday and you're &lt;s&gt;painful&lt;/s&gt; and happy hellos. And I promise I'll write you an awesome message for Christmas okay! Hehe :) I hope you'll get to read this blog post soon and know that I'm super missing you now! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way Jess, read the song I wrote that I'm listening to. ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and I just realized we don't have pictures of just the both of us! :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm listening to &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hold On- Michael Buble &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9070430116888649435-4960287370345389984?l=ineradicablememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/feeds/4960287370345389984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-she-went-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/4960287370345389984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/4960287370345389984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-she-went-away.html' title='The Day She Went Away.'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5nM3BA8zni8/ToArxnpRI1I/AAAAAAAAARQ/P-Ca01s-rX4/s72-c/318559_10150819327825427_867465426_20890022_41966002_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070430116888649435.post-6085525506825534786</id><published>2011-09-09T01:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T02:39:11.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving myself a second chance.</title><content type='html'>I know I owe those of you who are still reading, an update. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've realized I've been talking a lot, to anyone who would listen, on just about anything and everything. I feel like I'm reverting back to my old self. The one I despised, the one no one else liked, the one who felt so alone. I promised myself I wasn't going back to that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, this post isn't about that. I promised&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; some people,&lt;/span&gt; that I'll try to make this a happy post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I'm on my break now and will be returning for my Year 2 in my Bachelor of Law some time in October. People keep asking me how it is, and all I can say is that its intense. Really intense. That's why I'm thoroughly enjoying my break now. My dad's also been taking us out places. Today, we went to this place called &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Tanjung Sepat&lt;/span&gt; for some pretty good seafood. Then we walked around &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Morib beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. It was pretty hot so we didn't stay for long but still it was a nice trip. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and yesterday I Skyped with my bestie, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Philip Teo Wern Jie&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, who's in Canada now and I didn't realize how much I missed him! :( You suck for going so far! :P Can we please skype again soon?! And you need to learn how to multitask! :P Hahaha. But it was a very awesome bonding skype call. Come back soon okay! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; little puppy&lt;/span&gt; is growing so big now! Ahhh! She's only 7 months but she already almost looks like her mother, in terms of size and features. But she's still my little cuddly puppy. Destructive as ever but still so adorable. I miss having the 9 puppies running everywhere with their cute fat tummies after the milk. :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmm. What else... Oh! For &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;my birthday&lt;/span&gt; I got the best present ever from the Pitts! They gave me a really big stuffed toy dog we eventually named Patch. They gave it to me cause I've been &lt;s&gt;pretty&lt;/s&gt; emo recently so whenever they can't give me hugs, Patch'll be there for me. :') That was pretty much the highlight of my birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay before I starting ranting or becoming emo or babble on some more, I think I should stop here. For all those of you who are still reading my blog. Thank you for having hope in me to post something new up. :P hahaha. Since I'm on break, I promise I'll try harder kays. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh and check out a project I'm doing. If you have me on facebook, the album is called,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Let yourself smile, even for awhile. :)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  But if you don't, you can click &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/elainateng/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;here&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and it'll lead you to my Flikr account where there are some picture. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Take care! :) Till the next post! And please do comment so I know that there are people who are reading and I don't feel like I'm talking to myself. :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P/S: My blogger account is giving me a hard time on changing the colours, font and anything that makes it interesting. Sorry if its mundane! I have no idea how to put the colour back! :( Oh and I've changed my background and layout a little so let me know what you think bout it. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm listening to&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Read My Mind - Alex Goot&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I thought I meant something to you, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But I guess not, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cause to you I'm a distant memory, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Something that can be left behind. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Promises that were made, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mean nothing now. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No matter how much I want to believe, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;That you'll keep it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Note to self: Stop having expectations.  &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/9070430116888649435-6085525506825534786?l=ineradicablememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/feeds/6085525506825534786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2011/09/giving-myself-second-chance.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/6085525506825534786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/6085525506825534786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2011/09/giving-myself-second-chance.html' title='Giving myself a second chance.'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070430116888649435.post-1679840668077135998</id><published>2011-06-05T01:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T01:49:13.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you have no where else.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I didn’t know who to turn to so late in the night. Plus I don’t feel like talking to anyone but him. Its the first time I’m blogging since it happened. Doesn’t make it feel any easier. Nor does it hurt any less. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I’m actually procrastinating from sleeping cause what I dreamt last night hurt me so much. I wanted him so badly but yet I knew it wasn’t the right thing to do. He had moved on and found someone else but I didn’t know that. Not yet anyways. So when he came back to me I was happy again until I found that he had that girl. I didn’t wanna be the girl who broke up a relationship so instead of having him, I pulled away and watched him slip through my fingers again. I guess my greatest fear manifested itself. My fear of having to watch him get another girl while I hang on to him. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sometimes I wonder whether it was my short comings that made him wanna let go now. That made him want to end it now. What if I was hotter? What if I was everything he wanted me to be? Would he have stayed? &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I have so much to say and yet, I don’t know what to say. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You think you’re getting stronger but instead of taking a step forward, you’re foot just takes off and lands where it was before. Something like what I used to do in school, jogging setempat. You’re never moving anywhere but yet, you’re tired from just jogging in that one spot. That’s how I feel. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;2 weeks and it still doesn’t feel any easier. Should I? Shouldn’t I? A question I have to ask myself every time before I decide on whether to talk to you. It never used to be this hard. I never had to think of whether to talk to you. Now I have no choice but to ask myself. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;P/S: forgive me for the lack of bright colours and what I usually do. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9070430116888649435-1679840668077135998?l=ineradicablememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/feeds/1679840668077135998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2011/06/when-you-have-no-where-else.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/1679840668077135998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/1679840668077135998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2011/06/when-you-have-no-where-else.html' title='When you have no where else.'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070430116888649435.post-53491139926608473</id><published>2011-05-11T14:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T14:45:59.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>realization</title><content type='html'>After class today, some of my classmates started some mind-boggling, pay-attention-and-observe-the-answer-is-right-in-front-of-you kinda puzzles. There were like 4 different puzzles to figure out and well, I couldn't even figure out one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta admit it made me really frustrated and I still am. But it doesn't really matter now. No point in staying frustrated anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I'm bringing this up is cause as we were playing the games, and as I sat there watching the frustration rise in others, I realized something. I've come to realize that we're not satisfied with the answer we get until we figure out how the answer was gotten. We try and try and try all sorts of answers in hopes that we'll get the answer and probably the reasoning behind it. And sometimes when we can't figure out that reasoning, we start getting frustrated at ourselves and everything. We go on for years trying to figure out why. Sometimes it takes us years, even centuries to figure out why and when we finally figure it out, it seems so insignificant and sooner or later, we move on to something else to figure out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I've come to learn is to let go of things that I should instead of letting it bring me down. So I'm letting the fact that I couldn't get the answers to any of the puzzles go and moving on. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9070430116888649435-53491139926608473?l=ineradicablememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/feeds/53491139926608473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2011/05/realization.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/53491139926608473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/53491139926608473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2011/05/realization.html' title='realization'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070430116888649435.post-1737556049285098665</id><published>2011-04-21T22:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T22:56:37.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its been long. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Franklin Gothic Book"&gt;Okay I know I haven't blogged in like 3 months.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Franklin Gothic Book"&gt;Ever since work started to pick up in Uni, I've barely had time to do anything. Plus, the passion to blog is gone. Nooooo! But yes. &lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Franklin Gothic Book"&gt;Anyways, not much to blog about actually. A lot of dramatic stuff has happened these few months that aren't really worth going into for the sake of not spreading gossip which I realize I have a tendency to do but nyeh, I don't announce it publicly. But no, if you tell me not to tell anyone, I will not. :) Seee! I don't break promises and I can keep secrets. &lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Franklin Gothic Book"&gt;Since, the only thing I've been busy with is &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Law School&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, I'll briefly blog about it (cause there technically isn't much to blog about). Erm. I'll start with the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#800080"&gt;lecturers&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, I kinda like my lecturers. They're really cool. I am pretty &lt;strike&gt;intimidated&lt;/strike&gt; by one of them to the point of silence. Yes, I would rather just sit there and nod though I may not understand. Oh moots (something like a mock trial) has started and my turn would be in like a month. I know I'll procrastinate so yeah. I promise I'll get to work on it! Soon. XD Syllabus wise, its been &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="#800000"&gt;pretty intense&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. So intense I spent my week's break studying for my mock test. It doesn't even count for the finals. Yes, I'm that kiasu and scared. Ohhhh! And I finally got my contract law book after like 4 months of waiting for stock. =_=! And I accidently bent the front cover of my criminal law book! Nooooo! Yes people I am a perfectionist when it comes to preserving my books (well some of them) and I'm reading a book to lessen my perfectionist attitude. :) &lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Franklin Gothic Book"&gt;Yeap, I guess that's all. Oh and just a point to add to the point above, the work load is like, I can't even think of an example. Let's just say, you're literally exhausted by the end of the week and even the &lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#008080" size="2"&gt;weekends doesn't feel like a break&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. And when you finally get a break, its like you just resurfaced from being underwater for too long. I'm honestly not joking about the last part. I finished my assignment early this week and I was like "I CAN BREATHE!!! :D" &lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Franklin Gothic Book"&gt;P/S : check out my facebook or possibly my tumblr cause I'm doing this positive words on a picture project thingy. :) and sorry, I know my life's become pretty boring. :( &lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" face="Franklin Gothic Book"&gt;Your thoughts are all mixed up, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" face="Franklin Gothic Book"&gt;You try to set it apart, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" face="Franklin Gothic Book"&gt;Its hard to see, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" face="Franklin Gothic Book"&gt;Life so serene again. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;font face="Franklin Gothic Book"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8000" face="Franklin Gothic Book"&gt;I'm listening to &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8000" face="Franklin Gothic Book"&gt;Nothing - The Script &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9070430116888649435-1737556049285098665?l=ineradicablememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/feeds/1737556049285098665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-been-long.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/1737556049285098665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/1737556049285098665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-been-long.html' title='its been long. :)'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070430116888649435.post-2055458941888430489</id><published>2011-02-19T23:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T22:03:26.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>looking.at.life.through.a.window</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#008000"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somehow when you take a step back from life and just look at it, it seems pretty different.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Well, at least that’s how I felt. I’ve been quietly (sometimes not so quietly) observing everything that goes on in my life and trying to see what it would be like if I wasn’t there, no I don’t mean it in a way of whether I was born or not but more of if I was not there in that situation kind of thing. &lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#8000ff"&gt;Get my drift&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;? I hope you do. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Bookman Old Style"&gt;These past few days have been a little bumpy. &lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font color="#0080c0"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Classes&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;are still as usual. Starting to cope better now. Still not much to say about it besides, its alright. I feel bad whenever someone asks me “How’s Uni?” and all I can answer is, “It’s okay." But there is really nothing else to say. It is okay. It has its good days and its bad just like anything else. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Latha"&gt;On a related note, I have done all my first &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="#800040" size="3"&gt;tutorials&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt; for all subjects but Criminal Law which I am rather looking forward to. For those of you who don’t know what tutorial’s are, it is where we are given a set of questions related to the lecture to prepare and are to be discussed in tutorials. Because lectures are big, tutorials help students test their understanding on the topic and also, have more attention from the lecturer. Its more like a class review in small groups. Yup, just an insight for those of you who don’t know what tutorials are. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Myriad Pro"&gt;Oh! The &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#008080" size="3"&gt;most “tragic” thing&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; happened to me last Thursday. We had this lecture that was cancelled and so, Jameson and I decided to go back to SS15 to have lunch with our friends thinking we have a long break (10.00-1.30). We came back at about 1.15pm and when I reached class, I was quite taken aback when I didn’t see anyone outside class which is highly unusual seeing as there are usually people hanging outside. So I checked my timetable and guess what? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#808000"&gt;Class was at 12.00pm and not 1.30pm&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It was such an &lt;font color="#0000a0" size="2"&gt;FML moment&lt;/font&gt;. We had no idea how we so confidently thought that class was at 1.30pm and not at 12.oopm. In other words, we had &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#cb56bf" size="3"&gt;accidently skipped&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; class. We got so emo, we sat in the car for like 15 mins being emo and eating chocolate and then headed to Galvin’s house to hang out with him and to emo some more then play some PS3 games&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#8080ff"&gt;I guess I better stop now. My post became so long. =_=! Sorry!! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" face="Hobo Std"&gt;P/S: I’ve realized I talk a lot now. So if I talk to much, please do stop me. Hmmm. That might not work either cause I tend to interrupt people and continue talking. Err. Hmmm, I guess just tell me I’m talking too much. :) Thanks. &lt;font color="#800080"&gt;And I’m trying some fonts thus the different fonts for almost each paragraph. :) &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#400040" face="Kristen ITC"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take care people. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#400040" face="Kristen ITC"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TXJCqicEumI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/b3ENjFxWrwY/s1600-h/5458422905_454ac61b03_z3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="5458422905_454ac61b03_z" border="0" alt="5458422905_454ac61b03_z" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TXJCrZlqKpI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/PVrOLcP7bzA/5458422905_454ac61b03_z_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="232" height="278"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8000"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m listening to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8000"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Landslide – Dixie Chicks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;I’m afraid of what might be, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;Afraid of the unknown, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;Afraid of disappointing and of disappointment.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;There is nothing to do but take a day at a time. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9070430116888649435-2055458941888430489?l=ineradicablememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/feeds/2055458941888430489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2011/02/lookingatlifethroughawindow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/2055458941888430489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/2055458941888430489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2011/02/lookingatlifethroughawindow.html' title='looking.at.life.through.a.window'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TXJCrZlqKpI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/PVrOLcP7bzA/s72-c/5458422905_454ac61b03_z_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070430116888649435.post-279270214116081157</id><published>2011-01-23T01:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T01:04:53.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when.you.suddenly.run.out.of.words.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I’m trying to find a better way of titling my posts. Right now it seems pretty formal. I guess I’ll be reverting back and forth between different styles till I find one that I like and am comfortable with. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Don’t you hate how you have so much to say and when you’re given the chance, you’re suddenly at a lost for words? That’s what I’m feeling right now. As I was showering a while ago, I had so much I wanted to blog about but now that I’m blogging, nothing seems to be coming out. I suddenly don’t have anything to blog about or say. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Something totally random. I hate the new facebook profile. I can’t see what my last status update was unless I scroll down all the way and look for it neither can I do that for my friends. Besides that, I don’t really care about the rest. I just need some readjustment but I’ll be fine. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;P/S : In my opinion, finishing a good book is like losing a friend. Sometimes I get so caught up in the story, it feels like I’m missing something once I’m done with the book. I got these 2 books for about RM12-15 each and I have to say its just as interesting as the books I pay up to RM40 for.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color="#800080"&gt;My gums (not chewing gum but it does make me want to chew gum though) between my teeth somewhere at the back of my mouth is throbbing in pain. Great. Thanks. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8000"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m listening to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8000"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tomorrow We Will Fly – Sam Hart (blinktwice4y)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trying so hard to be alright, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When its only tears that fill your eyes. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trying to close your heart, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To all the hurt inside. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9070430116888649435-279270214116081157?l=ineradicablememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/feeds/279270214116081157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2011/01/whenyousuddenlyrunoutofwords.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/279270214116081157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/279270214116081157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2011/01/whenyousuddenlyrunoutofwords.html' title='when.you.suddenly.run.out.of.words.'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070430116888649435.post-2282317035335336894</id><published>2011-01-14T23:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T23:49:39.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving On To Another Chapter..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Yes I know I haven’t updated my blog in a long while. I’ve been &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#004080"&gt;enjoying my holidays&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; as much as I could by doing absolutely nothing. How awesome is that? :D I probably won’t have an opportunity like that again, not for a very long time at least. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;For those of you who don’t know, &lt;font color="#8000ff" size="4"&gt;I’ve started University already&lt;/font&gt;. I’m pursuing a degree in Law. So I will be graduating in 3 years time with a &lt;font color="#800000"&gt;Bachelor in Law hopefully with first class honours&lt;/font&gt;. At the worse, second upper. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Probably from now on, my posts would be a little bit more formal and a little bit more serious. I have to start my training from now onwards. I will occasionally relax and be myself when I feel like it. :) &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I’ll only be starting classes next week so I can’t tell you much about how Uni is. The only things that I can tell you is the &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="#008080" size="3"&gt;campus is huge, and expensive&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. Just lunch alone could set you back RM8-10 inclusive of a drink. I have to admit that I am feeling quite guilty that I have enrolled myself in one of the &lt;font color="#45ae22" face="Gill Sans MT"&gt;most (or most) expensive Law school’s in Malaysia&lt;/font&gt;. So I am trying to cut back wherever I can. Sorry if I’m being calculative and cheap people. I will try to not be so annoying and anal about it. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I guess that’s pretty much about what I’ve been up to recently. Well, not only that but the others are pretty minor.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#bf2f94"&gt;Oh and Leng Hue’s leaving tomorrow!! *sad face* I’ll be seeing her off at the airport tomorrow with probably tears in my eyes. awww. D: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;P/S : My friend posted this on her wall and now I’m addicted to this website. It has one of the most hilarious stuff I’ve ever seen. This being the one I laughed loudest and hardest at &lt;/font&gt;: &lt;a href="http://theoatmeal.com/comics/handshakes"&gt;&lt;font color="#808000"&gt;http://theoatmeal.com/comics/handshakes&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Take care people! See ya soon, I hope. :) &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TTBvnLE5YaI/AAAAAAAAAQk/D_tpBVfVSLg/s1600-h/5306810703_c66554c982_b%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="5306810703_c66554c982_b" border="0" alt="5306810703_c66554c982_b" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TTBwkPpoLQI/AAAAAAAAAQo/AVS2UTYj-P8/5306810703_c66554c982_b_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="287" height="206"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8000"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m listening to &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8000"&gt;Why – Secondhand Serenade&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;I know I’ve fallen in love with you, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;The timing of it may not be right, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;But yet, I’m ready to hurt, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;Just so I may have a moment with you. :) &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9070430116888649435-2282317035335336894?l=ineradicablememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/feeds/2282317035335336894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2011/01/moving-on-to-another-chapter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/2282317035335336894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/2282317035335336894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2011/01/moving-on-to-another-chapter.html' title='Moving On To Another Chapter..'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TTBwkPpoLQI/AAAAAAAAAQo/AVS2UTYj-P8/s72-c/5306810703_c66554c982_b_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070430116888649435.post-8145969836768711124</id><published>2011-01-02T01:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T01:36:19.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>would you have rather..</title><content type='html'>Would you have rather loved and lost or not have loved at all?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would choose whichever would hurt the less. Looking at the two choices, it would look like the latter would be the choice I should have chosen, instead I chose the former. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not being a pessimist but rather a realist by saying I know that we would be parting ways some time in the future, when precisely, I don't know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going back, I don't know why, even with knowing that it would probably never last more than a year and a half, that I still got into it. I knew that he would be leaving, I knew that I won't, I knew so many things and yet, I got myself into it. I've also just realized that its history repeating itself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why? I have absolutely no idea. Why do we do things we know will end up bad? Why do we do things we know that will end up hurting us? There are so many possibilities. But to me, the main reason why was because I held on to the hope. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The hope that it MAY work out, the hope that it'd be different, the hope that everything will be alright. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't we always do that in live though? We always hope for things cause that's the only we can do in a future so uncertain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;P/S: As you can see, I've taken off my chatbox well cause it kinda expired due to its inactiveness. So yup. I will put it back up sometime in the future I guess but meanwhile you can just comment on my posts. Thanks. &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/9070430116888649435-8145969836768711124?l=ineradicablememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/feeds/8145969836768711124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2011/01/would-you-have-rather.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/8145969836768711124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/8145969836768711124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2011/01/would-you-have-rather.html' title='would you have rather..'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070430116888649435.post-1419451269851892337</id><published>2010-11-27T13:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T18:08:25.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Elevator music*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have no idea why I made that my title but okay.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;I &lt;span style="font-size: x-large" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;font color="#00ae00"&gt;finished my last ISU&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yesterday! oh yeah! =D Now to crunch for exams. damnit! &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;I'll be pretty much free in about&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt; &lt;font size="3"&gt;2 more weeks&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. =D weeeee. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Can't wait to be done with exams. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;But the&lt;span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#dd00dd"&gt;suckiest&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#dd00dd"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;thing&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;is that &lt;font color="#800040"&gt;my marks this semester suck&lt;/font&gt;. Like I'm border-line &lt;strike&gt;80&lt;/strike&gt;. Gahhhh! &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;I'm thinking of whether to redo one of my assignments to kinda help boost my marks.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;The second suckiest thing is,&lt;font color="#95155b"&gt; leaving everyone after finals&lt;/font&gt;. =( &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Well, another suckiest thing was that I didn't get valedictorian. Yes, I am quite bummed out by it but it doesn't mean that I'm not happy for Wern.. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;I'm probably gonna go back to sleep again after finishing this post. No idea why but I can't sleep through the night so I take naps. =D&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;P/S : Does anyone know how to get rid of/deactivate avast! antivirus from detecting adware cause its driving me nuts! I cannot do any work without it popping out. So damn annoying! Grrrr! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;font color="#695eac"&gt;Oh by the way, I am loving the whole, "put-your-favourite-cartoon-character-as-your-profile-picture-week" cause it brings back so many memories of sitting in front of the TV watching unendless hours of cartoons&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;font color="#695eac"&gt;.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;font color="#0080ff"&gt;The game on Jameson's iphone called “Tilt to Live” is unbelievably addictive. ish. it just makes me want to get an itouch or an iphone. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 242px; display: block; height: 320px; cursor: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544100349782550402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TPCZ5OvoZ4I/AAAAAAAAAQY/A_WHnF3GoPk/s320/Viet%2521%2B%253D%2529%2B.jpg"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;Just because I don't say it, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;Doesn't mean I don't. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;Cause when I say it, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;I really mean what I say. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8000"&gt;I'm listening to&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8000"&gt;I'm A Little Seal Girl - Macie Grey (As Told By Ginger)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9070430116888649435-1419451269851892337?l=ineradicablememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/feeds/1419451269851892337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/11/elevator-music.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/1419451269851892337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/1419451269851892337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/11/elevator-music.html' title='*Elevator music*'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TPCZ5OvoZ4I/AAAAAAAAAQY/A_WHnF3GoPk/s72-c/Viet%2521%2B%253D%2529%2B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070430116888649435.post-8776647187264417306</id><published>2010-11-22T21:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T22:35:09.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do I Even Need One? =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;font color="#800040"&gt;You're so sweet&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;font color="#008000"&gt;You say the cheesiest things but yet it makes me go awww. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="#0080ff"&gt;You tell me I'm beautiful even if I'm wearing the most hideous things or looking horrible. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;font color="#a60053"&gt;You're so caring that sometimes, I feel I don't care for myself as much you do. =P &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="#000075"&gt;You take care of me. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;font color="#8080c0"&gt;You believe in me even if I don't and when no one else does. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="#408080"&gt;You put up with my mood swings.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;font color="#a80000"&gt;You respect my decisions even if you don't exactly agree with it. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="#004080"&gt;You make me smile with the ridiculous things that you do. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;font color="#800080"&gt;You encourage me when I'm can't go on and to do things when I didn't have the strength to continue. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="#149417"&gt;You reassure me that we'll make it. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;font color="#9a17bb"&gt;You taught me to live in the moment and to leave things to the future. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;font color="#804000"&gt;You wiped away my tears when I cried over the littlest things. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;font color="#29417e"&gt;Most of all, you love me for who I am. Quirks and all. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;There are&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large" class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;font color="#c2618a"&gt;so many&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; other reasons why &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;I love you&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But do I even need a reason to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;love&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; you? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;All these reasons may change in time but one thing I know is that &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0080"&gt;I will love you regardless&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;I'm afraid of what &lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;font color="#00ffff"&gt;may&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font color="#00ffff"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;happen in the future but I'm gonna leave that for now and &lt;span style="font-size: large" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8040"&gt;enjoy every moment I have with you&lt;/font&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TOp-qL1qKwI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/q1nl6j_m4E4/s1600-h/IMG_4612%5B9%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="IMG_4612" border="0" alt="IMG_4612" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TOp_nOfuslI/AAAAAAAAAQU/S6npN91AcEk/IMG_4612_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="190" height="274"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;font color="#3f4be9" size="1"&gt;The future will be left in the future, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;font color="#3f4be9" size="1"&gt;The past in the past, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;font color="#3f4be9" size="1"&gt;And the present will be cherished. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;font color="#3f4be9" size="1"&gt;Stop and smell the roses as you walk them by.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8a15" size="1"&gt;I'm listening to &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8a15" size="1"&gt;Talking to the Moon - Bruno Mars&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/9070430116888649435-8776647187264417306?l=ineradicablememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/feeds/8776647187264417306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/11/do-i-even-need-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/8776647187264417306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/8776647187264417306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/11/do-i-even-need-one.html' title='Do I Even Need One? =)'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TOp_nOfuslI/AAAAAAAAAQU/S6npN91AcEk/s72-c/IMG_4612_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070430116888649435.post-5022859922528656481</id><published>2010-11-15T23:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T23:08:03.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and I’m scared to death</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I just don’t wanna study anymore. just so tired and exhausted. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I had an awesome time in &lt;font color="#8000ff" size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vietnam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;. Didn’t take as many pictures of people as I did of the buildings and all that. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We visited a variety of places. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Can’t exactly remember the name of the places but the pictures that I’ve &lt;font color="#008000"&gt;&lt;u&gt;posted on Facebook&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt; should speak for itself. =) &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Feel free to check them out. ;) &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Well, I’m &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;done&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with my &lt;font color="#000080"&gt;Law ISU&lt;/font&gt;, in the &lt;strike&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;midst&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strike&gt; of my &lt;font color="#0080ff"&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;IB&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color="#000000"&gt;and&lt;/font&gt; Econs CCA&lt;/font&gt; (which is due on friday =D). &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I really &lt;strike&gt;can’t&lt;/strike&gt; wait till I’m done with my ISU’s and finals but that also means that I’ll be graduating and &lt;font color="#800040"&gt;I’ll be leaving my friends&lt;/font&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0080"&gt;him&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and the days that all my friends &lt;font color="#144194"&gt;&lt;em&gt;start flying off &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;are drawing near. =( &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#812729" size="1"&gt;Though I know he’ll still be here till at least July, I’m am scared to death as to what future holds for both of us and what will happen after he leaves.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TOFL2csMooI/AAAAAAAAAQI/bBD5QJlofP4/s1600-h/IMG_4419%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="IMG_4419" border="0" alt="IMG_4419" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TOFMz7kMdaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/vpQlUt1deGI/IMG_4419_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="226" height="293"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font color="#800080"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sorry but I’m just too tired to edit it but it does look beautiful on its own. =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8313"&gt;I’m listening to &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8313"&gt;If You Wanted A Song Written About You, All You Had to Do Was Ask – Mayday Parade&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#1748f0"&gt;Never did I expect to feel like this, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#1748f0"&gt;You leave me smiling to myself, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#1748f0"&gt;At the things you do and say. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9070430116888649435-5022859922528656481?l=ineradicablememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/feeds/5022859922528656481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/11/and-im-scared-to-death.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/5022859922528656481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/5022859922528656481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/11/and-im-scared-to-death.html' title='and I’m scared to death'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TOFMz7kMdaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/vpQlUt1deGI/s72-c/IMG_4419_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070430116888649435.post-6504514140793749930</id><published>2010-11-09T20:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T20:45:50.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>drowning in misery</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry I haven't been updating my blog. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been super uberly busy with assignments after assignments. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll try to update as soon as I can okay (which may not be till next month unfortunately). =( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take care till then. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9070430116888649435-6504514140793749930?l=ineradicablememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/feeds/6504514140793749930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/11/drowning-in-misery.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/6504514140793749930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/6504514140793749930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/11/drowning-in-misery.html' title='drowning in misery'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070430116888649435.post-6220823890645597403</id><published>2010-10-21T08:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T08:22:54.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the things you say</title><content type='html'>I'm in the computer lab now to do my Law ISU, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;supposedly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, but here I am blogging. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry I'll start on it soon. As soon as I blog about this before I forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were these&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; couple of guys&lt;/span&gt; in the computer lab when I came in and I overheard their conversation. This guy wanted to &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;share a chair, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;which puzzles me a little cause the lab was EMPTY,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with his friend and so he asked him to &lt;strong&gt;scoot.&lt;/strong&gt; And continued by saying, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Hey, do you know that you can never do this with a girl unless your really really close to her or if she likes you?"&lt;/span&gt; and sorta repeated that a couple more times. One of them continued with saying like, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"You could if you were the alpha male sorta guy and maybe they'll listen to you or something".&lt;/span&gt; Another one of his friends said, &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;"Just say, move bitch, I wanna sit."&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; I would like to see you say that to a girl, dude.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thing about it was, the guy who started the conversation, was talking &lt;strong&gt;exceptionally&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;loud &lt;/span&gt;about it and music after (which is totally unrelated). Anyways, I wanted to go up and tell him, why we&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;don't share&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; our chairs with guys is cause there are &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;other&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; bloody chairs that you can &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;get up and go get yourself (if there are other chairs available).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; If there are none then the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;other reason&lt;/span&gt; would be, why would we want to &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;touch butts with a guy we barely know&lt;/span&gt;? =_=! I definitely know that he would want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be getting to my research now. See ya guys. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I had the most awesome day yesterday. How we slow danced in the candle light, how you kissed me so gently, how you held me close. Everything about the day was incredible. Thank you for such a memorable day baby. :) &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm afarid of the day, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I have to say goodbye, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;To be missing you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;To feel the emptiness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I'm listening to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Forever - Rascal  Flatts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9070430116888649435-6220823890645597403?l=ineradicablememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/feeds/6220823890645597403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/10/things-you-say.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/6220823890645597403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/6220823890645597403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/10/things-you-say.html' title='the things you say'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070430116888649435.post-4948853003912873882</id><published>2010-10-12T23:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T22:06:54.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>with thoughts swirlling around</title><content type='html'>I am &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;pissed off&lt;/span&gt;. But there isn't much point on dwelling on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;disconnected&lt;/span&gt; with my friends. I don't seem to know what's going on in their lives anymore. I mean I'm not complaining or anything but I just wanna find that &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;equilibrium&lt;/span&gt; between friends and him so I can enjoy the best of both worlds. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I sound so selfish right now. =\&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;I just &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;don't want&lt;/span&gt; to&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;regret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;anything especially with only a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;couple&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; more months left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that in a couple of weeks October is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;done&lt;/span&gt;. Damn. How time really flies. Plus, it would be a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;month next week&lt;/span&gt;. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, as usual, I'm super busy trying to make time and stay focused on what I &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;should&lt;/span&gt; be doing. The &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;heat&lt;/span&gt; is definitely not helping things. =( gah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty much about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Take care guys! =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;P/S : I have no idea why but there's colour in my posts! =D I used a different computer and ta daa there's colour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You wipe away my tears,&lt;br /&gt;You hug me tight,&lt;br /&gt;And make everything feel alright,&lt;br /&gt;You just make me want to smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I'm listening to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Back To December - Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TLcOLJ4p11I/AAAAAAAAAP4/RZHZ6va7_Eo/s1600/4776556754_be8950cc0b_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TLcOLJ4p11I/AAAAAAAAAP4/RZHZ6va7_Eo/s320/4776556754_be8950cc0b_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527902652415465298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Credits to Adrianna Jane &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/9070430116888649435-4948853003912873882?l=ineradicablememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/feeds/4948853003912873882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/10/with-thoughts-swirlling-around.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/4948853003912873882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/4948853003912873882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/10/with-thoughts-swirlling-around.html' title='with thoughts swirlling around'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TLcOLJ4p11I/AAAAAAAAAP4/RZHZ6va7_Eo/s72-c/4776556754_be8950cc0b_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070430116888649435.post-1992208761479636877</id><published>2010-10-09T19:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T21:58:59.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The other side of the story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TLB0ZmNF4rI/AAAAAAAAAPw/_lkCfTMuw3Y/s1600/5051118010_13f9697f16_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've come to realize that my perception of someone changes when someone tells me something about some other person. Well, I know its not good and I try not to let it affect me but sometimes it falls through the cracks and it does. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, someone else tells me the other side of the story, and things start to make more sense. And yet again, my perception over someone changes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm supposed to be doing my Economics now so I can enjoy the rest of my holidays without worrying about it but damn, I just get so frustrated when I can't find what I want. Nyeh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anyways, I had a very good Skype call with Adrianna today! Damn I miss her!! =( YOU'RE SO FAR AWAY AD!! T_T and yes I am very honoured that she let me see her without make-up and no contacts! =) Heeee. Thanks babe for the talk! I less then 3 you! =D &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a pretty shitty week this week actually. But I ain't gonna blog about it cause its the past now and there is not much point. So yeah. I just gotta move on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes, I know. My blog posts are exceptionally boring now that there's no colours. =( So I shall compensate with a picture! XD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TLB0ZmNF4rI/AAAAAAAAAPw/_lkCfTMuw3Y/s320/5051118010_13f9697f16_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526044725884609202" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Original picture by Andrew Tan Wei Aun. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Okay, I have no idea how this part of the post had colour. All I did was bold it and ta da there was blue. =S Freaky. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I feel you slipping through, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Always knowing that you would, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;You used to be there when I opened my eyes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;But now you don't seem to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm listening to&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Breakthrough - Colbie Caillat &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9070430116888649435-1992208761479636877?l=ineradicablememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/feeds/1992208761479636877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/10/other-side-of-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/1992208761479636877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/1992208761479636877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/10/other-side-of-story.html' title='The other side of the story'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TLB0ZmNF4rI/AAAAAAAAAPw/_lkCfTMuw3Y/s72-c/5051118010_13f9697f16_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070430116888649435.post-2828615278449956839</id><published>2010-10-04T17:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T18:14:39.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For All That I Couldn't Be.</title><content type='html'>Well, today was a let down. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pretty much screwed up the debate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Studied intensively for the Econs test later on. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didn't have lunch cause the dude just forgot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Got pissed and didn't wanna eat anymore. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rushed through doing my citations for my law essay so I could get to IB on time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Surprise surprise, we played jeopardy for the test review.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't answer most of it cause I haven't started studying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Found out that the winning team got 2 bonus points for it. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Read some more stuff for Econs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sat for the test.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Felt like killing myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cooked in the bus cause there was some problem with the air-con. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Found out that I lost the debate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wanted so badly to cry. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the guilt of crying instead of studying kicked in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gotta study for IB test on Wednesday and complete a 5 min video based on an interview that was never done. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Must finish either one by tonight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Life can't get any better. Yup. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that's pretty much about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and yes, Blogger is still being a bitch by not allowing me to add colour. nyeh. whatever la. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It hears the silent whispers, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;of a troubled soul, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The silent sounds, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;of a heart afraid to move. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm listening to &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Droplets - Colbie Caillat &amp;amp; Jason Reeves &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9070430116888649435-2828615278449956839?l=ineradicablememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/feeds/2828615278449956839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/10/for-all-that-i-couldnt-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/2828615278449956839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/2828615278449956839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/10/for-all-that-i-couldnt-be.html' title='For All That I Couldn&apos;t Be.'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070430116888649435.post-588835438036023497</id><published>2010-10-02T12:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T12:10:08.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>falling back to reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I better update my blog while I still have the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have 2 tests this week, 2 essays due, one video presentation, and a debate that I really really don't wanna do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am utterly pissed at the fact that I had to do the debate. I mean if the whole class had to do it, then I'm okay but it wasn't. Only a couple of us had to do it. and yes out of the whole class of 15 I had to be the one getting chosen. =_=! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grrrrr! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But anyways, I had dinner with the awesome foursome, minus Nat =(  at Italianneese yesterday. Well, Jameson and his girlfriend Pennie, Nisa, Bob and Brandon came along too. XD It was still as awesome though. The food was not as nice though. My roasted chicken was extremely dry. It was hard to even swallow it without any sauce. The wedges on the other hand was awesome. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't really mind it all cause I had some awesome time with some awesome friends. Well, I guess that's pretty much about it. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See ya guys! ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;P/S : I don't really have time to add colour to the post. So sorry! =( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You leave my head spinning, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Even with the little things you do, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You do so much for me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;that I just feel so fuzzy. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm afraid that I'm not good enough for you. =S &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm listening to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Begin Again - Colbie Caillat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9070430116888649435-588835438036023497?l=ineradicablememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/feeds/588835438036023497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/10/falling-back-to-reality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/588835438036023497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/588835438036023497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/10/falling-back-to-reality.html' title='falling back to reality'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070430116888649435.post-3355857948414293930</id><published>2010-09-24T23:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T01:34:19.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You break down the walls I've built</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:maroon;"&gt;Its Friday! Finally!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know why but I can't seem to stay awake in class nowadays! OH NO!! NOT GOOD!! x_x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I have to figure out a way to stay awake soon or my grades are gonna go &lt;span style="color:light purple;"&gt;down the drain. Nyeh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, just to update you guys about how life has been. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life's been pretty &lt;u&gt;awesome &lt;/u&gt; recently. I've been completing my assignments on time! =D and some &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:dark purple;"&gt;other things&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that have made it awesome too. ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;I'm afraid of the week ahead.&lt;/span&gt; I foresee a &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;heavy load of assignments!&lt;/span&gt; Gah!!! I have to go to KL sometime next week before Tuesday for an interview with PT Foundation for my &lt;span style="color:dark red;"&gt;Law class&lt;/span&gt;, make a video for the same assignment, and a presentation. On top of that, I have my &lt;span style="color:violet;"&gt;International Business&lt;/span&gt; ISU's Part 1 and 2 due on Wednesday! (Hmmm. I'll probably try to get that done by the weekend so I don't have too much to do) And hopefully no &lt;span style="color:dark blue;"&gt;Econs&lt;/span&gt; test YET! If there is, I'm pretty much screwed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I do hope I survive the week. If I don't, you guys won't be hearing from me for some time. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, that's pretty much about it for this post. Gah, I hope I didn't post too long. Sorry if I did. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;take care people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;P/S : I'm super excited about helping out in tomorrow's Ice Hockey Tournament! Ahhh!! so kewl! =D And I'm still trying to get my blog to have colour so excuse how some parts of my post has colour and others doesn't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;You love me for who I am, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;And you make me love myself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;Something I always struggled with, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;But now I feel like I can face anything, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;With you there by my side. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color:purple;"&gt;I never want to lose you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color:orange;"&gt;I'm listening to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color:orange;"&gt;Science and Faith - The Script&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I've finally found out how to add colour to my posts again but OMG! Its so damn tedious! I have to go through the codes, find the part of the text I wanna change and MANUALLY change it! Sorry guys, till I find out what's happened, you just have to put up with boring colourless posts except the last part. =\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9070430116888649435-3355857948414293930?l=ineradicablememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/feeds/3355857948414293930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/09/you-break-down-walls-ive-built.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/3355857948414293930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/3355857948414293930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/09/you-break-down-walls-ive-built.html' title='You break down the walls I&apos;ve built'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070430116888649435.post-8383201715939893390</id><published>2010-09-17T02:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T02:51:46.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>as the sounds of crickets fill the air.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love how&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; silent &lt;/span&gt;some nights can be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; and the only sound is my fingers hitting the keyboard, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a little harder than they should be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;and no its not cause I'm angry, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;its cause I'm just so used to it already. I blame typing games! =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyways, going back to the topic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I usually don't like quiet nights, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cause they kinda freak me out, ya know, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like in all those horror movies where all the horrible things happen at night, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh crap. I think I'm just destroying the mood by scaring myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Okay, I shall stop thinking about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm on the verge of finishing my essay, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All I gotta write is the conclusion and, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'M DONE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But instead of finishing it and sleeping, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm here blogging. Heeee! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's all for now. ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; See ya guys! =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P/S : Blogger is being a prick. I can't seem to add colour to my posts anymore. T_T and Jessica seems to be experiencing the same thing so its not just my blog. Grrr! It makes my posts look so much more boring without colour! =( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My head's spinning, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The thoughts are like whirlwinds, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I want to take that leap, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But I need to how hard I'm gonna hit the ground. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Will you choose a friend over your lover? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Because I can sense that we're not getting along. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; I feel that something's wrong. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So tell me what matters to you? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know I should be sleeping, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;To just finish it and be done with, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My eyes just wanna close, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And think about it tomorrow. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm listening to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mine - Taylor Swift &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I managed to add colour to this part cause I edited the HTML code. I tried doing that one of the parts, and I almost deleted the whole post.. Yeah. So, sorry no other colours! T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/9070430116888649435-8383201715939893390?l=ineradicablememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/feeds/8383201715939893390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/09/as-sounds-of-crickets-fill-air.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/8383201715939893390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/8383201715939893390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/09/as-sounds-of-crickets-fill-air.html' title='as the sounds of crickets fill the air.'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070430116888649435.post-7655874935694785871</id><published>2010-09-15T14:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T15:01:16.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the misery!</title><content type='html'>Yes, the misery of being sick! Gah!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm in absolutely no mood to do my 2 essays! T__T &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nyeh. I should just complete it and get it over with so I would have my weekends free. =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There isn't much to update about actually so I guess this is pretty much about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah. I've revived my picture blog so click the link at the side of my page or &lt;a href="http://tumblingfeelings.tumblr.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; if you're lazy to look for it at the side. Do drop me a comment okay! Thank you! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Its starting to settle down now, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The thoughts swirling around, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;My mind can't think straight, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;This sickness is going to my head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I'm listening to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;All Time Low - Dear Maria, Count Me In&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9070430116888649435-7655874935694785871?l=ineradicablememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/feeds/7655874935694785871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/09/oh-misery.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/7655874935694785871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/7655874935694785871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/09/oh-misery.html' title='Oh the misery!'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070430116888649435.post-3987966968624052693</id><published>2010-09-11T11:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T15:03:18.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blue skies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;How I wish I could float in the clouds in the big blue skies with no care in the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That would be awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would really want to blog about my trip to Sunway Lagoon with some awesome people but the post would be super long and I've told myself that I would not write such long posts anymore. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would also like to blog about Tiff's birthday lunch thing where I had such awesome ninja skills. =P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would also like to blog about how awesome Andrew Tan and Adrianna Jane are as a farewell post kinda thing but it would be again a long post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would one day summarize everything though. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would like to do so many things and I would like so many things to be a certain way but I guess we cant always get what we want. =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess that's all for now. I'm trying to keep it short and simple so yeap. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I wouldn't know what to say, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;If you ever told me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Its all jumbled up now, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I don't know what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm listening to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;What If - Jason Derulo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9070430116888649435-3987966968624052693?l=ineradicablememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/feeds/3987966968624052693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/09/blue-skies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/3987966968624052693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/3987966968624052693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/09/blue-skies.html' title='blue skies'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070430116888649435.post-7422010395081323160</id><published>2010-09-07T22:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T22:37:13.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Stress/ The Pimples!</title><content type='html'>I have a quiz tomorrow. Thank God there are no subjective questions. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My IB video is giving me hell. Oh at least the computers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Econs homework is waiting for me to get it done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And all I want to do is roll on the floor screaming in frustration and probably just fall asleep after that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If only! Gah.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9070430116888649435-7422010395081323160?l=ineradicablememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/feeds/7422010395081323160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/09/stress-pimples.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/7422010395081323160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/7422010395081323160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/09/stress-pimples.html' title='The Stress/ The Pimples!'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070430116888649435.post-1045487804428765861</id><published>2010-09-03T08:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T09:09:33.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>as you watch it flow through you</title><content type='html'>Yay! Moral is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;DONE&lt;/span&gt; with! I'm so glad I don't have to sit there and waste my life away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, I can't understand why we have moral. I mean I can understand if you &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;make us apply it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and all but what's the point of&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; teaching&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; us &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;theories&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of Moral&lt;/span&gt;? Why is there even theories of Moral? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Gahhhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Whatever. Its done with! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Law class was&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;cancelled&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; today so I had time to come and blog. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I guess that's pretty much about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh! I'm going to the &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ramadhan bazaar&lt;/span&gt; with my friends today!! YAY!! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ramadhan food and friends!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Can life get any sweeter? ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P/S : I've started using my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;picture blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; again cause I found out how to reblog stuff instead of saving it and re-uploading it. &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I'll update my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;You Know Not Who I Am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;soon (as soon as I get the time to do it. =P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My thoughs keep drifting back to you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;To the regrets I've always had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;But its okay now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;It doesn't hurt as much, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Instead it makes me smile, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;To remember that you were here with me. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I'm listening to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Wedding Dress - Tae Yang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9070430116888649435-1045487804428765861?l=ineradicablememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/feeds/1045487804428765861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/09/as-you-watch-it-flow-through-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/1045487804428765861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/1045487804428765861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/09/as-you-watch-it-flow-through-you.html' title='as you watch it flow through you'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070430116888649435.post-8637136937994243192</id><published>2010-08-29T23:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T00:54:57.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel you slipping away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes I know I owe you people a post! heee! =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry for the emo posts, I've been &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;feeling pretty under the weather &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;recently. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't worry about me. Its just the built up of things so yeah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;I'm all better now! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have been so &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;socially busy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; recently. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;want to stay home&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;be a pig.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have no idea why but recently &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've been very tired &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;even though I get enough sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I also&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;constantly&lt;/b&gt; feel hungry&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;What The Fishsticks? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;something is definitely &lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt; with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh yeah to top it all off, I have &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;pimples&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; over my face&lt;/span&gt;!! GRRRRR!!! &gt;=( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, that's pretty much about it. =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bye people! ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;You work in my life, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Without me knowing, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;You were there for me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Even when I turned away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Oh how much Your love surrounds me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;I'm listening to, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;The Truth - Kris Allen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/THqQpFJLWII/AAAAAAAAAPc/t3QWvO27pEY/s1600/44362_10150238666005427_867465426_14428279_5987239_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/THqQpFJLWII/AAAAAAAAAPc/t3QWvO27pEY/s320/44362_10150238666005427_867465426_14428279_5987239_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510876129470929026" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Credits to Tiffy!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yes, that stick figure is &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&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/9070430116888649435-8637136937994243192?l=ineradicablememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/feeds/8637136937994243192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-feel-you-slipping-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/8637136937994243192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/8637136937994243192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-feel-you-slipping-away.html' title='I feel you slipping away.'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/THqQpFJLWII/AAAAAAAAAPc/t3QWvO27pEY/s72-c/44362_10150238666005427_867465426_14428279_5987239_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070430116888649435.post-6072719720067451455</id><published>2010-08-19T09:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T16:25:34.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>un-ti-tled</title><content type='html'>just tell me &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;how you want me to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; how to act&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;how to feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;how to look&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;what to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and I'll &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;finally&lt;/b&gt; be good enough&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny how having so &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;many imperfections&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; about yourself&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; pointed out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, you &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; so much &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;confidence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in yourself and all you feel like doing is to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;give up&lt;/span&gt; trying to be &lt;s&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;who you really want to&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; be or &lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;who you really are&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm sorry for taking it personally.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I'm sorry for feeling insulted.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm sorry for reacting. I'm sorry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Just leave me alone now.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Mr. Suschkov would say &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Such is life"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I just don't feel like celebrating it this year. I just don't want to pretend to be in mood when I'm not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't matter, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You have him/her. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't feel that way, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You treat me that way. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm listening to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Conspiracy - Paramore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/9070430116888649435-6072719720067451455?l=ineradicablememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/feeds/6072719720067451455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/08/un-ti-tled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/6072719720067451455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/6072719720067451455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/08/un-ti-tled.html' title='un-ti-tled'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070430116888649435.post-3622073060498994286</id><published>2010-08-17T16:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T16:50:03.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After So Long..</title><content type='html'>Hello readers! yes, I know I have readers eventough I haven't updated my blog in about 2 weeks. I feel so honoured and liked. Thank you people! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I've said in the last post, I've been swamped with assignments. I'm blogging now cause I don't think I have any work due tomorrow so I can breathe for a little bit and I'm waiting for the jam outside college to clear up before I head home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight of my week I think is the trip I had with my Moral project groupmates to PAWS. We got sorta lost getting there cause the map they gave wasn't exactly correct so we had to make a couple of U-turns, stops and phone calls to the office. PAWS wasn't exactly what we thought it would be. It looks pretty sad from the outside actually. It just looks like a shed at the corner of the highway and the only place you could park is in the little motorcycle lane so for those of you who plan to go, don't drive a Camry like Zer Hann did! hahahaha. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, me, Jenn, Naf and Philip cleaned the puppies section! IT WAS AWESOME! Okay beside the heat and smell it was fun. honestly. as we were cleaning the floors, we played with the puppies. After the washing we got to walk them! this was the funnest part if you get a hyper pup. I walked 2 puppies; the first one was a little hesistant at first but soon was playing with the other puppies but my second one was so timid that it didn't want to move and all it did was lie down and stare at us with such fear. awww. I named my first pup Scruffy and my second pup Scruffy the second (Scruffy II)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the walk we had to wash the puppies and dry them and put them back in their cages. Washing them wasn't really hard cause they were small and both my puppies co-operated with me. I have no idea what happened to my second pup though. When I started trying it, it started vomitting and shiverring. I hope Scruffy II is doing okay. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I hadn't had to get back for my IB test, I would have totally stayed longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah talking about my IB test. I totally screwed it up! Its like I knew it but I didn't change the answers!!! WHY?!?! Grrrrrr!!! So annoying when that happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back my Econs test results and whoa, I did not expect that (in a good way). I never expected to score so high! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not doing too well in law though. I'm averaging at about only the 70's. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup so that's pretty much about what's going on with my life. Oh! Andrew is leaving to Singapore tomorrow and I won't be seeing him for a very very long time! =( COME BACK SOON OKAY ANDREWS!!! ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P/S : I'm just too lazy to add colours and all that so yeah. XD hahaha. sorry people! I know, I know. I'm getting lazy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TGpM_qItU2I/AAAAAAAAAPM/-eEzX9DZAw4/s1600/4890726059_1861caf122_z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506298150940136290" style="WIDTH: 362px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TGpM_qItU2I/AAAAAAAAAPM/-eEzX9DZAw4/s320/4890726059_1861caf122_z.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel like the more I think about you, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the more I feel myself falling for you again, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;how is that possible, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you're not even here. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;why do I feel like how I felt when you first told me? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and why am I longing go back &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;into those memories &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that I will always treasure.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I'm listening to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just The Way You Are- Bruno Mars&lt;/em&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/9070430116888649435-3622073060498994286?l=ineradicablememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/feeds/3622073060498994286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/08/after-so-long.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/3622073060498994286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/3622073060498994286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/08/after-so-long.html' title='After So Long..'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TGpM_qItU2I/AAAAAAAAAPM/-eEzX9DZAw4/s72-c/4890726059_1861caf122_z.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070430116888649435.post-1525743003791416320</id><published>2010-08-09T21:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T21:34:21.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Goodbye</title><content type='html'>Hi people. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; been updating my blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;apologize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. I've been s&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;wamped with assignments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and hadn't had the time to blog. I will do it &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;when I have the time okay! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;I promise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye for now..&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt; I hope.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Its a roller coaster ride, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;There are days that are good, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And there are days that aren't so good, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm tired. exhausted&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm listening to &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Misguided ghosts - Paramore&lt;/i&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/9070430116888649435-1525743003791416320?l=ineradicablememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/feeds/1525743003791416320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/08/hello-goodbye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/1525743003791416320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/1525743003791416320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/08/hello-goodbye.html' title='Hello Goodbye'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070430116888649435.post-6049473562542521563</id><published>2010-08-03T10:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T10:20:59.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Andrewtan</title><content type='html'>I know this is super late cause this actually happened last Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the occasion? We had a farewell party for Andrew Tan Wei Aun aka the Tanster aka Andrewtan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened? We kidnapped him, literally, stuffed him into Grace's car drove around for a little bit before ending up at the field in front of McD's. The guys unloaded him from the car and carried him to the far part of the field, dumped him there and started to prepare for the BBQ. Andrew was a really squirmy wormy sperm. We actually had to take his shoelaces out and tie his hands with it cause he kept tugging at the masking tape that it got loose and was of no use. Anyways, I had a really good talk with Andrew while we waited. Very insightful talk it was. Just as we wanted to start BBQ-ing, it started to rain. =_=!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We freed Andrew and showed him the banner we did for him before we proceeded to AJ's aunt's house where we held the BBQ. The BBQ in general was awesome, I didn't eat much though but the group of people just made it so awesome that everything else didn't have to matter. We hung out, took pictures and laughed which in my opinion is the essence of a great party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended things with a bang literally. Neil brought some firecrackers and lighted one or two but we mostly played with the sparkles. the ones you could hold and not burn your hand. The guys started to get really crazy and decided to light the huge one. So everyone got into positions to run after they lighted it. Neil being the crazy one, lighted it and as soon as he did, everyone ran to their cars, and sped off. It was a lucky thing too cause the bang set off a car alarm. Very exhilarating. Melvin even wanted to light another one while we were waiting at the shops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all in all, I got back at almost 1am and almost got into trouble with the parents but it was totally worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I hope all goes well with you &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Andrew&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. All the best!! Keep rocking and I hope to keep in touch cause your one friend I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; wanna lose. =)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart is aching, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For what I don't seem to know. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm afraid of moving on, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I'm afraid you'll think,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; that it meant nothing to me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to move on, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to fall in love again, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to experience what I did with you, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but I feel like I'm betraying you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please please know, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that I will never do. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You will always be my first love, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and nothing will ever change that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I'm listening to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Whoever She Is - The Maine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9070430116888649435-6049473562542521563?l=ineradicablememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/feeds/6049473562542521563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/08/for-andrewtan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/6049473562542521563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/6049473562542521563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/08/for-andrewtan.html' title='For Andrewtan'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070430116888649435.post-7980633997569477825</id><published>2010-07-25T20:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T00:52:34.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a day to catch up..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yesterday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was fun. I did &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of catching up with people I haven't seen since I started college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, I met up with &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;my high school friends&lt;/span&gt; some of which have been my friends since primary and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;one since kindergarten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Just for memories sake when I read back, I shall name them. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Li Onn&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jitesh&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Xin Zhi&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Justin&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Sean&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Suey Erz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peng Yen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Jing Wen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, and last but not least &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It was the first time, ever, that the number of guys and girls were the same. The guys &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;usually&lt;/span&gt; outnumber the girls. It was nice being able to catch up with them again over some &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;bah kut teh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; We sat around talking about old times and some really funny stuff after we were done. It made me realize &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;how much I miss those moments&lt;/span&gt;. We went back to Li Onn's house to hang around for a little before we headed back home. I had to send &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peng Yen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Xin Zhi's&lt;/span&gt; house to wait for Lindy so we (&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Suey Erz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peng Yen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and myself) hung out in the car while we waited for Lindy to pick &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peng Yen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; up. While waiting, I drove around a little and went to pick &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ching Pei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; up cause we were going to my house to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;get ready for &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;prom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to rush off cause I thought my sister needed the car by 2 so dropped &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peng Yen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Xin Zhi&lt;/span&gt; back at his house. Picked &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sheila&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; up from Centro and &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;made a wrong turn&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;ended up going to a place I've never been before&lt;/span&gt; and going into &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;two lanes which were dead ends&lt;/span&gt;. =_='. Anyways, we finally made it out and back. Then I called my sister to tell her we were going to be late and she said she didnt need the car by 2! double =_=! I was rushing everyone being all tension cause I thought she needed the car at 2. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sheila&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; wanted to buy some food and &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ching Pei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; wanted some coloured hairspray, but ended up not buying. So &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Suey Erz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I waited in the car while they went to buy food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we reached home we started getting ready. Sheila helped us with the makeup. Ching Pei brought her straightener so I started straightening my hair and everything. The most epic moment while getting ready : Suey Erz's eye linear pencil broke and we stepped on the broken pieces without knowing it which caused my floor to look like it had black chicken pox. We sorta had a hard time cleaning it up. To make matters worse, I thought by pouring water on it, it would've been easier, which Suey Erz only later said that it was waterproof. My reaction, "what!?!? O_o damnit! *rubs the floor harder* shit! * haha. it was funny looking back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Maniraj picked us up and had to drop by Sheila's friend shop to do her eyebrows. After that we were off to prom and we were really late. How late I shall not say. =P. It was fun to see everyone again and to hang out with them. A lot of us have changed in many ways and it was nice to see that we were still able to hang out like we used to. I haven't uploaded the pictures yet but you can go see it after I have. =) I hope to see you guys again. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh talking about that. I had another gathering with my college friends and seniors that have graduated on Friday. May was gracious enough to invite us to her potluck dinner. It was an awesome time! Like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AWESOME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; We had lots of food but as usual the drink finished way before the food did. I'm not going to go into detail about it cause I can't exactly remember the sequence of things but here are the highlights. We as in&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; Bob&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jameson&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Andrew&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Zer Hann&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Bryan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Melvin&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Razlan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Cecilia&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nisa&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Evelyn&lt;/span&gt; and myself played &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;"The Bachelor Game"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; like the one on &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Who's line is it anyways?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. I came up with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;real life situations&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and presented them to the guys and some answers were really sweet while others we really, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"=_=! like seriously man? come on!" &lt;/span&gt;The &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;two sexually confused bachelors &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Cecilia and Nisa were harder cause I didn't know whether to present the questions to them as a guy or girl. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then proceeded to the playground. Some of us played on the swings, the see-saw (Andrew and myself) and the jungle gym. We slowly made our ways to the jungle gym where we tried to have a photo session which didn't turn out very nice. oh well. =) Anyways, we got thirsty and went back to the other side of the field where the food were. Sat around and decided to play chap chilli chap. A super classic game some of us use to play back in primary school. haha. It turned out to be a super funny session with a whole load of laughter. We played a couple of other games that didn't really turn out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended the night by helping pick up the rubbish, cleaning up and packing up all the stuff to shift it back to May's house. (I think I forgot to mention that we had it in the field in front of her house) The rest went back not too soon after while I hung around with Melvin since he was the one fetching me home. We had some pretty epic moments too. Not very surprising as Azim was there. The funniest joke of the night. Jacob apparently doesn't have a sense of smell and Azim went on about how he can only taste the texture of things and not the taste of it since he has no sense of smell and all that. So Azim was like so if I fart you can't smell it la? Then I said, oh if its like that then he tastes the texture of the fart la?? LOL!! Anyways it was much funnier in that moment. I laughed till my side hurt. haha. the day pretty much ended up with Melvin sending me back after everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup so that's pretty much about it. I know its a super long post. I might break it into two separate posts or something tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : sorry for it not having any colour. Bob keeps rushing me to finish the post. blame him! =P anyways. I'll add in the colour and all that later. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm emotionally tired, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;emotionally drained. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I take on problems that aren't my own, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and it feels like it is my own. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The scars are ripped open, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I'm left vulnerable, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I struggle to pick the pieces up, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Before anyone can see the mess I've become. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But just as I thought I got away with it, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;they turn and see, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;the person I don't want them to see. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The person struggling to better the better me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I'm listening to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Only One- Augustana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/THqQOrQ33vI/AAAAAAAAAPU/JUQeP7EQ_0E/s1600/4853353549_f7c5bf67d6_z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/THqQOrQ33vI/AAAAAAAAAPU/JUQeP7EQ_0E/s320/4853353549_f7c5bf67d6_z.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510875675847286514" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 236px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9070430116888649435-7980633997569477825?l=ineradicablememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/feeds/7980633997569477825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-to-catch-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/7980633997569477825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/7980633997569477825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-to-catch-up.html' title='a day to catch up..'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/THqQOrQ33vI/AAAAAAAAAPU/JUQeP7EQ_0E/s72-c/4853353549_f7c5bf67d6_z.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070430116888649435.post-7319512740977091403</id><published>2010-07-22T09:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T09:47:41.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just for today.. please..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Just for today just please let me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;hate the world&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Just for today just please let me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;be heartbroken&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Just for today just please let me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;be anti-social without judging me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Just for today just please let me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;be anal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Just for today just please let me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;hate the girl who keeps screaming at nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Just for today just please&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;leave me alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Just for today just please&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;let me cry if I want to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just for today...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9070430116888649435-7319512740977091403?l=ineradicablememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/feeds/7319512740977091403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/07/just-for-today-please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/7319512740977091403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/7319512740977091403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/07/just-for-today-please.html' title='just for today.. please..'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070430116888649435.post-9214122257586167427</id><published>2010-07-20T22:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T22:56:09.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and now its going to eat at my soul</title><content type='html'>I got so nervous for my audition that I could hear the quivering in my voice. =_='. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ergghhh!! So disappointed with myself. Someone give me their honest opinion on it please!!! I need to hear someone said that "yeah it wasn't good" and not "Its okay", "Oh, it was fine" or anything sugar coated. Give it to me straight up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't do much about it now but focus on helping out with the musical backstage. I'm glad I don't have to audition for that. pheww. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I only reached home today at 8.40pm and I'm BEAT!! Like seriously beat. I could barely keep my eyes open when I drove. shhh!! Well one thing was because there was a stupid freaking jam for reasons I cant seem to see. I left Subang at around 7.20pm and a trip that usually only takes me 15-20mins ended up being 1 hour 20 mins or so. LIKE WTH!?!?! =_=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was already so tired and the jam, rain and air-con just made it worse. at one point I did close my eyes for a split second while I was stuck in the jam. Just too freaking tired. But don't worry people, the cars weren't moving at all and I'm still in one piece and nothing was damaged so its all good. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still haven't gotten the hang of cutting into a lane which is bumper to bumper which also means the cars are close to each other thus making it to cut the cars really hard for a relatively new driver like me. I wanted to go left but was kinda scared of the oncoming cars so the car behind me ( a very nice uncle) flashed me to kinda let me know that I can actually move out. Well I think that's what he was doing and not just flashing me cause I didn't know how to get out. I'll just go with the positive version of the story cause I saw him later on giving way to this woman who wanted to cut which was really nice. =) . I love people who are considerate of other. =D . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While driving I also saw typical Malaysian drivers. This car wanted to cut into the middle lane from the right lane. She (I'm guessing) eased her way into the lane and NO car wanted to let her go. You know what they did instead? They just avoided her and continued on the lane meaning that she was literally stuck cause no one wanted to give her way. Its hard to explain it but that's the best I could do. Super sakai man. ergghhh! No wonder even my lecturers don't like driving in Malaysia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess that's pretty much about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bye people of the planet earth. *insert peace sign* :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;P/S : I'm sorry if the post isn't up to my usual standards. I'm extremely tired and all I wanted to do was sleep ever since I reached home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt; As usual, later. (refer to my previous post if you don't understand) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I hold on to the memories, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;so tight I feel my knuckles turn white. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm afraid that if I loosen my grip, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;that it will all just fall away. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I never want to forget you, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and I always want you to be a part of my life, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and I hope, I am in yours.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Every time I have a happy memory, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am filled with this longing, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But with this longing I remember you, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and the best memories you had given me. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You are something I will never forget, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;neither something I will ever regret. =)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;I'm listening to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;When I Fall In Love -Nat King Cole.. ahhh the classics. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9070430116888649435-9214122257586167427?l=ineradicablememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/feeds/9214122257586167427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/07/and-now-its-going-to-eat-at-my-soul.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/9214122257586167427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/9214122257586167427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/07/and-now-its-going-to-eat-at-my-soul.html' title='and now its going to eat at my soul'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070430116888649435.post-5444519892162321374</id><published>2010-07-17T00:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T10:10:51.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its in the middle of the night..</title><content type='html'>Just to update you about what happened between my last post and this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for the Musical meeting with intentions to do backstage work but ended up signing up for auditions too. I STILL DON'T KNOW WHAT I WAS THINKING!!! Erggghhh!! someone please freaking kill me! Tze Ren telling me that that's how people hear you on recordings just made me realize that I actually really suck. X_X. I definitely don't wanna make a fool of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways besides that today's lunch pretty much sucked. We went to this vegetarian food stall near college. The food tasted quite weird. I didn't like that sodium-ish taste in the Wantan Mee I had. yuck! Well when we were eating half way, Zer Hann was like ewwww!!! I just stepped on something. So I thought it was like food or something. Instead I saw a freaking cockroach!! A FREAKING COCKROACH!! with like its juices all on the floor. eeeeeeewwwwwww!! well on the good side, Zer Hann sorta rescued the table from going into a fit of screams if the cockroach did crawl up any of our (girls) legs. XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, I have a new lunch gang now. My new lunch gang now is made up of Evelyn, Natasha, Zer Hann and Philip with occasional visits from people who so happen have the same break or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definitely miss eating lunch with Victor and Min Zhi and all those little lunch moments I won't forget like the phone calls Min Zhi will get from his parents while also eating his lunch. epic!! =P. I'm so used to eating so slow with them that now when I eat with the others, I feel so extremely slow. I almost always seem to finish last. =S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty much about the post. I'm like super sleepy now so I can't exactly think of things to blog about. I'm just blogging about what comes to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye people! Take care. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : Yes, as usual I'll redo the post later. Okay from now on to make things simpler, I'll just say later and it just means I'll re-edit it later. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Its like riding a roller coaster, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;you go all the way to the top, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and hold your breath because you know, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;that when you come down, it's heart stopping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;It grips your heart, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;When all you want is for it to be free. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;To be unable to feel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Its funny how now that its over, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;people seem to know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And they help me deal with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;To help me get back on my feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and start smiling again, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;without the pain that it hides. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I'm listening to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I'll be right here waiting for you - Bryan Adams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TECNjCENyhI/AAAAAAAAAO0/WRdvSPbpDoo/s1600/20868_469195239697_688549697_6457317_5143463_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 410px; HEIGHT: 273px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494547178381494802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TECNjCENyhI/AAAAAAAAAO0/WRdvSPbpDoo/s320/20868_469195239697_688549697_6457317_5143463_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sorry if the pictures are pixelised cause I just copied it from facebook and kinda uploaded it and stretched it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9070430116888649435-5444519892162321374?l=ineradicablememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/feeds/5444519892162321374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-in-middle-of-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/5444519892162321374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/5444519892162321374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-in-middle-of-night.html' title='its in the middle of the night..'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TECNjCENyhI/AAAAAAAAAO0/WRdvSPbpDoo/s72-c/20868_469195239697_688549697_6457317_5143463_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070430116888649435.post-2535756992573810810</id><published>2010-07-15T09:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T00:12:06.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my soon to be distant memory..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;At the rate I think I'm gonna go, my blog is pretty much going to &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;die pretty soon&lt;/span&gt;. Last semester I finished class at like 1. Now I finish at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3.30pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Yes people. My class is &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;from 8am to 3.30pm&lt;/span&gt;. And yes, I am exhausted and its only the 3rd day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea how I'm going to survive. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2 breaks&lt;/span&gt; though but I'm using my &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;second break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;lunch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;so there isn't much I can do after my lunch so its pretty taken up to eat. My first break though is quite free. I could use this time to blog but I seldom get my "creative" juices flowing at 9.15 in the morning so yeah. At night is when I use the time to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;catch up with the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I know it sounds ridiculous but most of the people I talk to are my college friends which doesn't really make sense as we can see each other &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and still have things to talk about at night. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I've never failed to my beloved freaks who think feel they're cool. None other than &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Adrianna Jane&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;aka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;Ad&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; who some how &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;doesn't make sense sometimes&lt;/span&gt; and you're &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;left wondering what on earth she means&lt;/span&gt;. =P, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Razlan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;aka&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Raz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;aka&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Razi&lt;/span&gt; who is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;bored&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;random&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;found a "epal" sugus on his table yesterday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and last but not least &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Victor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Vic&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;aka&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;the ultimate freak&lt;/span&gt; =P. He usually &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kills the conversation&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with whatever he says. Sometimes he's pretty&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;into&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the conversation and sometimes he's pretty&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;missing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; from the conversation. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, so that's all I wanted to blog about since I have nothing else to blog about and &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ad&lt;/span&gt; wanted an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;update.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and if you wanted to know. College is going pretty well. Kinda freaked out about all my subjects this semester. I took&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Law&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;IB&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Econs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and HAD to take &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;LAN&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Law&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Econs&lt;/span&gt; are my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;main concern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I guess. I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;got really&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;awesome lecturers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; though. =D. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Econs&lt;/span&gt; is seriously &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;deep and intense but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt;. Its hard to explain till your in the class. somehow me and &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Victor&lt;/span&gt; can &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;never sit together&lt;/span&gt; in this class. =_='. But whatever, we still have the same class. =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P/S : Pictures on my blog posts might be seasonal cause I'm using the college computer.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I could like copy and paste the pictures I have on my facebook but I'll only do that if I have the mood. Yes, I am a very moody writer. =P.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I am in the mood today but I'm sorta rushing to meet Raz at ECA to go stone with him. XD. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;*edit : okay so I didn't go to ECA. As I was just about to exit the computer lab, I bumped into Nisa, Adrianna and Azim so I decided to chill with them instead. =D. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Take care dudess!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every hallway holds a memory, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;of us walking in every one. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My thoughts still wonder back to you, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But now I know to smile instead of hurt. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;remembering all those times we touched, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;still sends electric shocks through my body,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know now that we can be nothing more,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But what happened to just being friends?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss you my best friend, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and that's what I really want, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;my best friend back.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I'm listening to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Stay Close, Don't Go - Secondhand Serenade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TEB-5z9viUI/AAAAAAAAAOs/RnaVoe_VA8c/s1600/36443_469101204697_688549697_6455973_2600439_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494531077058824514" style="WIDTH: 380px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TEB-5z9viUI/AAAAAAAAAOs/RnaVoe_VA8c/s320/36443_469101204697_688549697_6455973_2600439_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9070430116888649435-2535756992573810810?l=ineradicablememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/feeds/2535756992573810810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-soon-to-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/2535756992573810810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/2535756992573810810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-soon-to-be.html' title='my soon to be distant memory..'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TEB-5z9viUI/AAAAAAAAAOs/RnaVoe_VA8c/s72-c/36443_469101204697_688549697_6455973_2600439_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070430116888649435.post-870611775850163427</id><published>2010-07-09T09:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T21:19:07.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Keeps You Awake, Against Your Will.</title><content type='html'>So freaking &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;sleepy &lt;/span&gt;now. Its like 9.15am and I slept at like 2am yesterday. I had to wake up to let the cleaner in and am now the fighting the urge to go to sleep, which I think I'll soon give up. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I don't know what to do to help keep myself awake so here I am blogging. I was initially only supposed to spend a couple of minutes on the comp just to check my facebook but I ended up being stuck to it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's nothing much to blog about right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the news I have right now is, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;He's leaving Sunday evening.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;I'm going to celebrate Jess' birthday tonight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;College is starting soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;my trip to school to pick up my sijil berhenti sekolah was a &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;waste of time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;cause all the info &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;except&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;my dad's name and my name&lt;/span&gt; were &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. how can that be possible?!?! All they needed to do was to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;transfer info&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;from&lt;/span&gt; a book &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;into&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;a cert&lt;/span&gt; and they still got it wrong. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Idiots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and not only that, they have this counter so that you don't have to go into the office to deal with the people and they didn't wanna come to the window so they were standing some distance away asking me things. Like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;HOW CAN I HEAR YOU WHEN RECESS IS GOING ON AND YOUR STANDING SO FAR AND SPEAKING SO SOFT?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Okay this is more or less the conversation,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;Lady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;: Apa? (or so I thought) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;: Nak sijil berhenti sekolah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;Lady &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;: Tahu la. BILA?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;: Oh. Tahun lepas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;Lady &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;: Tahun bila? (Or so I thought, again) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;: 2009? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;Lady &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;: Ish. KE-LAS A-PA???? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;: Oh. Errr.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;*brain froze. I actually forgot what class I was in. I almost said 5S1*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;. 5S3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;*she just walks away and directs me to another person*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after standing there like some idiot and I &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; got my sijil, I check to see if the info is correct (all cause of mummy's training. =D) then I realized &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;all my info was wrong&lt;/span&gt;. =_='. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Dumbasses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; wasted my time coming to school and waiting for them just to get that piece of paper that contained all the wrong info. Goodness!! They can't even do this right. ish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I know that this has become a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;rant post&lt;/span&gt; but who cares. you would be pissed too if it was you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;So that's pretty much about it for today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chao peps. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;P/S : I'll re-edit it later when I'm more awake. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;The more I think about you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;The more I miss you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;All the memories we had together, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Just makes letting you go so much harder. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Your leaving tomorrow, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;and whether I'm ready or not, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;I know I have to let you go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;so go be the best that you can be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;but please never forget me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;cause I will never forget you, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and how you made me feel. =)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;I'm listening to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;More Than A Love Song - Augustana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/49001418@N07/4774107828/" title="You're on my mind by elaina24, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4100/4774107828_bfe4de3a6f.jpg" width="336" height="500" alt="You're on my mind" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9070430116888649435-870611775850163427?l=ineradicablememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/feeds/870611775850163427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/07/it-keeps-you-awake-against-your-will.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/870611775850163427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/870611775850163427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/07/it-keeps-you-awake-against-your-will.html' title='It Keeps You Awake, Against Your Will.'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4100/4774107828_bfe4de3a6f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070430116888649435.post-1153673650005931041</id><published>2010-07-08T01:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T03:43:05.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Time Back When</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had a barbecue with my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;college kawans&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;yesterday&lt;/span&gt;. It was definitely a last minute thing cause I only invited them on &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;. So, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Leng Hue&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Natasha,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;Evelyn&lt;/span&gt;, and myself met up in college at 1.30ish cause Nat and Eve, who are huge&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Seventeen&lt;/span&gt; fans &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(hmmm. it might have to do with the fact that they appear in the magazine that contributes to them being such huge fans. =P )&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Seventeen&lt;/span&gt; magazine was in college for a roadshow kinda thing. So after the lucky draw thingy we went to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Carrefour&lt;/span&gt; to shop. It was pretty much our first time shopping &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;without&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; our mums so we were pretty lost. XD . We managed to get the stuff we needed except a couple of things. So we headed to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Jaya Jusco Bukit Raja&lt;/span&gt;. Got all the remaining stuff there and went back to my house to set everything up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;Evelyn's GPS made Persiaran Bukit Raja sound like a jumble of words. Very very funny. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Adrianna&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;Victor&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;Razlan&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;Zer Hann&lt;/span&gt; met us at my house. The guys were looking quite shaken which later I found out was due to the fact that they almost got into a accident. hahaha. Funny story. It took us about &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;1 and 1/2 hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; to get the fire going. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;Zer Hann&lt;/span&gt; really helped me out the most with starting the fire. *cough where did the other two guys go cough*. Okay &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;Razlan&lt;/span&gt; did try to start the fire and kinda gave up after awhile. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;*edit : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;and eventually &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;the girls&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; helped out and even&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;Evelyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt; sat &lt;i&gt;like a man&lt;/i&gt; trying to wait for the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; fire &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;to get going. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the help of technology, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;a stand fan&lt;/span&gt;, we were able to get the fire going and soon we were barbecuing. =D We had &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;mushrooms&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;potatoes&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;chicken wings&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;sausages, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003333;"&gt; chicken balls&lt;/span&gt;. For pictures of the food go to &lt;a href="http://lenghue.blogspot.com/"&gt;Leng Hue's blog&lt;/a&gt; to check out her awesome&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt; photography skills&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;pictures of the barbecue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only decided to sit round the barbecue and hang around towards the&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt; end of the night&lt;/span&gt;. No idea why though. weird but &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;awesome people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. =P. While talking, we had this whole &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;Bachelor No. 1&lt;/span&gt;, tell me blah blah blah.. something like that. you get the idea right? then some how moved on to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;Bachelorette&lt;/span&gt; then moved on to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;'would you rather'&lt;/span&gt;. The most epic question of the night, with a little research done. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Would you rather screw Whoopi Goldberg or Oprah Winfrey? &lt;/span&gt;and the winner is *drum rolls*... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;Oprah Winfrey&lt;/span&gt; cause &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Whoopi&lt;/span&gt; looks "like a man" ( I can't remember who said it but it wasn't me. XD) To help make the choice easier, they&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;googled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;a picture of both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;'would you rather'&lt;/span&gt; question was slightly more gross, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Would you rather eat &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;cheese that's been rotten for a couple of months&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt; OR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;eat of the floor&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;.. wait for it.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;of &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;a wet market&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; hahah. my other one was to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Natasha&lt;/span&gt; which I asked, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;Would you rather get together with a fat, bald guy who can never get thin or grow hair but has a good heart or a good looking dude with a rotten heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;At first she chose the bald guy then preferred &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003333;"&gt;"to kill herself first"&lt;/span&gt;. XD. hahahaha. the reaction on her face was funny. You can watch Nat's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;'Would you rather'&lt;/span&gt; question to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Victor&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;a href="http://kissntelltime.blogspot.com/"&gt;Adrianna's blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The barbecue ended pretty early which was like 10.30pm cause &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Adrianna&lt;/span&gt; had to get back and send all &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;the guys&lt;/span&gt; back to SS15 so yeah. We stopped at approximately that time and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;started packing &amp;amp; cleaning up&lt;/span&gt;. Thank you to all for helping. A &lt;b&gt;special thanks&lt;/b&gt; to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;Evelyn&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Leng Hue&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Natasha&lt;/span&gt; who stayed back a little while to &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;help wash up and clean up most of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;I really appreciate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;After you guys left, cleaning up was pretty scary cause things were so quiet suddenly. =S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;But I had a great time&lt;/span&gt; and I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;hope they did to&lt;/span&gt;. =D I didn't take any pictures cause most of the time, my hands were pretty dirty but the other did though. You'll have to wait till they upload the pictures. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;hat's pretty much about it for today. bye people. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P/S : I think I should stop putting so much detail into my posts. I find that I'm just lengthening the post and putting redundant stuffs into it. =S &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I gotta get up to go sum where tomorrow so re-editing will be done tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I can never seem to sleep before 2am no matter how hard I try. =S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Its funny that when I read it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That feeling of emptiness and sadness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;didn't wash over me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;and swallow me whole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I guess its time to move on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;and start letting go, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;but why am I feeling guilty for doing so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;is it because I'm afraid that if I let go, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;the memories fade too? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm listening to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Twenty Years - Augustana. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TDTFCBcQ9BI/AAAAAAAAAOk/o3PTMWsrD7c/s1600/4771495567_0cb51d4504.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491230484208874514" style="WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 325px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TDTFCBcQ9BI/AAAAAAAAAOk/o3PTMWsrD7c/s320/4771495567_0cb51d4504.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TDTEylFbecI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QfVscZn9KEU/s1600/4771495567_0cb51d4504.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;I don't hear the words. All I hear is sound. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: normal;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I had a dream that I was para-sailing and everything was just so peaceful that when I woke up, I wanted so badly to fall asleep again. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/9070430116888649435-1153673650005931041?l=ineradicablememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/feeds/1153673650005931041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/07/time-back-when.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/1153673650005931041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/1153673650005931041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/07/time-back-when.html' title='A Time Back When'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TDTFCBcQ9BI/AAAAAAAAAOk/o3PTMWsrD7c/s72-c/4771495567_0cb51d4504.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070430116888649435.post-2725577937384987658</id><published>2010-07-03T21:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T01:01:54.287+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips'/><title type='text'>I'm Back From The Island Part 2. =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;So on to the remaining part of the trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Day 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We went for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;brunch&lt;/span&gt; at this shop somewhere downtown. I can't remember the name of the shop though. Some of us had &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;chicken rice&lt;/span&gt; and the rest had &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;curry mee&lt;/span&gt;. This curry mee shop did things quite differently. Its like they put all the ingredients into the bowl except the curry/spicy part of it and on the table, they have the sambal that you add into your bowl. So its like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;you kinda control how spicy and how oily you want it to be&lt;/span&gt;. I totally forgot to take a picture of it though. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;Keat Yang,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;his sister &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Jian Wei&lt;/span&gt; took us to the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Chong Fatt Tze&lt;/span&gt; or better known as the&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt; Blue Mansion&lt;/span&gt;. Unfortunately, the next tour was at 1.30pm and it was only 12.30pm when we reached. The day was too scorching hot to walk anywhere so they took us to eat some &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;famous cendol.&lt;/span&gt; YUM!! Because we just finished brunch, I was still full and couldn't fully enjoy it. =( And the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;cendol&lt;/span&gt; was also abit different. They had &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red bean&lt;/span&gt; in the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;cendol&lt;/span&gt; which Klang &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;cendol&lt;/span&gt; doesn't. I liked it. =D. As we were eating, someone suggested to have some &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;rojak&lt;/span&gt; and thus 2 plates of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;rojak&lt;/span&gt; came. By the time we finished everything, I felt &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;so stuffed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TDGbBVsr3xI/AAAAAAAAANM/gepqPDZeg_o/s1600/DSC02537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490339868048088850" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TDGbBVsr3xI/AAAAAAAAANM/gepqPDZeg_o/s320/DSC02537.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Cendol with red beans and kidney beans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We later went to Komtar Walk to buy some &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;alcohol&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;withdraw some money&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;Keat Yang&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;his sister&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Jian Wei &lt;/span&gt;had to go for a meeting so while waiting for them we walked around &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Gurney Plaza&lt;/span&gt; where we met &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Kenny&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Razlan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Lisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Kimberly&lt;/span&gt; who were also in Penang. We didn't really get to hang out with them though. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TDGbCmRVaJI/AAAAAAAAANk/niTQZR28Iro/s1600/DSC02540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490339889676642450" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TDGbCmRVaJI/AAAAAAAAANk/niTQZR28Iro/s320/DSC02540.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Cam-whoring in Gurney Plaza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Georgia, serif;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TDGbByCbLuI/AAAAAAAAANU/U9jxuVw_R_s/s1600/DSC02541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490339875655462626" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TDGbByCbLuI/AAAAAAAAANU/U9jxuVw_R_s/s320/DSC02541.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Victor being all outer-spacish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After that we went back to the apartment to prepare for the remaining day &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;at the beach&lt;/span&gt;. Okay this was the best part of the trip; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the water sports&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. For &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;RM150&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; we got &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;para-sailing&lt;/span&gt; (two people) and the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Viper&lt;/span&gt;. For para-sailing I'll have to wait till my friend upload's the picture to show you how awesome it was. I was pretty scared at first but when you get up there, its very &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;peaceful,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;calm&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;windy&lt;/span&gt;. According to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Evelyn&lt;/span&gt;, she saw a lot of jellyfishes but I dunno why I didn't see any. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Oh wait, maybe I wasn't looking for it. =P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I went for the para-sailing with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Victor&lt;/span&gt; since everyone else had their own partner. After the para-sailing we went for this thing called the Viper. Its quite hard to explain what it is until you see the picture of it. Its like this floaty that you sit in and they pull you at high speed across the water. At the end of it, your &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;arms&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;wrist&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;ass&lt;/span&gt; will hurt from it. You feel like your literally &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;holding on for your life&lt;/span&gt;. Your arms dare not let go for the fear of being flung off. XD. Well being flung off isn't too bad till you start thinking of the jellyfishes, or the amount that Evelyn described and the fear of being stung so yeah your arms react to it. XD. After the water sports we hung out &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;in the sea&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;on the beach&lt;/span&gt;. We stayed till the sun set and went back to the apartment to bathe and clean up to go for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TDGbDOYqavI/AAAAAAAAANs/FdF6AzYRIA0/s1600/DSC02568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490339900444797682" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TDGbDOYqavI/AAAAAAAAANs/FdF6AzYRIA0/s320/DSC02568.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I doubt you can see us but from left : Jian Yung, Evelyn, Victor, Adrianna, Natasha, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Jian Wei, Keat Yang, Huey Kee and myself. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TDGbCB02f4I/AAAAAAAAANc/lx56J7_zaBg/s1600/DSC02559.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TDGbCB02f4I/AAAAAAAAANc/lx56J7_zaBg/s1600/DSC02559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490339879893499778" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TDGbCB02f4I/AAAAAAAAANc/lx56J7_zaBg/s320/DSC02559.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;The sexay ladies. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For dinner we went to this food court in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tanjung Tokong&lt;/span&gt; but the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Har Mee wasn't as nice&lt;/span&gt; as the first day's one BUT the Oh Chien (Oyster Omelette) was awesome!! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Yummy-ness!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TDGgEPkRBhI/AAAAAAAAAOU/MalKVbxFfRY/s1600/DSC02570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490345415499908626" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TDGgEPkRBhI/AAAAAAAAAOU/MalKVbxFfRY/s320/DSC02570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Burroti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TDGgD2ylUSI/AAAAAAAAAOM/5z6xSNOOKQ4/s1600/DSC02569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490345408849072418" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TDGgD2ylUSI/AAAAAAAAAOM/5z6xSNOOKQ4/s320/DSC02569.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Har Mee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TDGgDQv3eUI/AAAAAAAAAOE/lTZEQN48Uts/s1600/DSC02574.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TDGgDQv3eUI/AAAAAAAAAOE/lTZEQN48Uts/s1600/DSC02574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490345398637132098" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TDGgDQv3eUI/AAAAAAAAAOE/lTZEQN48Uts/s320/DSC02574.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TDGgDQv3eUI/AAAAAAAAAOE/lTZEQN48Uts/s1600/DSC02574.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;h Chien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we went to the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;'pasar malam'&lt;/span&gt; near our apartment. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ad&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Victor&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; I&lt;/span&gt; walked around looking for nothing in particular, well I was sorta looking for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;a purse&lt;/span&gt; and Victor was looking for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Brazil jersey, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;which was sorta a waste seeing as how Brazil lost yesterday. =P &lt;/span&gt;. Nah I'm just joking. Loyalty and confidence in your favourite team. Way to go Vic. ;) We went to a couple of shops to find a reasonably priced jersey and finally found one in one shop. We met up with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Evelyn&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Jian Yung&lt;/span&gt; for awhile then decided to go back and on the way back we stopped by 7-11 to get some water and snacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TDGgC8c9QyI/AAAAAAAAAN8/rewCm67EQtc/s1600/DSC02581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490345393189110562" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TDGgC8c9QyI/AAAAAAAAAN8/rewCm67EQtc/s320/DSC02581.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Keat Yang trying to be Spiderman. =P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then continued to walk back to the apartment where we waited for the others and then we started &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;drinking,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;hanging out&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;watching TV&lt;/span&gt;. Oh and also our&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Maggi Cup party&lt;/span&gt;. XD. hahaha. I did some packing so I didn't have to wake up too early the next day. =P. Well that's the end of day 3, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;the final day&lt;/span&gt; we had in Penang before we took the bus the next morning. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Day 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We woke up pretty early to kinda make sure we packed everything, have breakfast and obviously to not miss our bus. After dropping off the keys at the guard house, we were off to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Queensbay&lt;/span&gt;. Our tour guides decided to take us somewhere near our bus terminal so that we don't miss our bus. We ate some &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;mamak food&lt;/span&gt; which was pretty okay I guess. I was pretty &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;quiet and moody&lt;/span&gt; cause I didn't get much sleep the night before so yeah. After breakfast, we tried to pay our tour guides some money for all everything they've done for us but they &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;didn't want&lt;/span&gt; to accept it and even &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Ishh.. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Modest, superly nice people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt; hahaha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;boarded the bus&lt;/span&gt; and we were off &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;back to Sunway&lt;/span&gt;. For the meal, this time, they served &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;chicken rice&lt;/span&gt;. It was quite nice actually. I spilled some rice onto the carpet and felt really guilty for it. Hey! It wasn't my fault that the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;bus turned&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;thingy slid off the tray&lt;/span&gt; okay!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup so that's pretty much my trip to a&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; small&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt;, with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;ultimately delicious food&lt;/span&gt; called Penang. =D I hope you enjoyed reading about the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P/S : I need to sleep sorta early today &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;okay its like 1.30am but this is considered to be early for me because I usually sleep at like 3. XD&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cause I need to wake up for church tomorrow so I'll re-edit it, and again, hopefully by tomorrow. =P. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;When I want to feel close to you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;I just revisit the memories we've had, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;And if I'm really lucky, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;It feels like you're there with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Just know that I never regretted being with you. :)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm listening to, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Because You Loved Me - Celine Dion &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9070430116888649435-2725577937384987658?l=ineradicablememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/feeds/2725577937384987658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-back-from-island-part-2-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/2725577937384987658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/2725577937384987658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-back-from-island-part-2-d.html' title='I&apos;m Back From The Island Part 2. =D'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TDGbBVsr3xI/AAAAAAAAANM/gepqPDZeg_o/s72-c/DSC02537.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070430116888649435.post-4694365245184924772</id><published>2010-07-02T22:23:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T01:02:10.171+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips'/><title type='text'>I'm Back From The Island =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Hey people!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, I'm &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;back&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Penang&lt;/span&gt;. I came back yesterday at around 4 but I've been pretty tired and I only uploaded the pictures today so I'm only blogging now. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me if I make any grammatical mistakes or typos cause &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm watching the Netherlands and Brazil game&lt;/span&gt; while blogging. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip was &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;really fun and awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. The apartment we stayed at wasn't exactly up to our expectations but it was a pretty okay place. It was pretty near some shops and the 'pasar malam' so it was cool plus it was like so worth the money. It was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;like only RM100 for 3 nights&lt;/span&gt; per person. So if you wanna do the math its like RM100 X 6 = RM600 for 4 days in a 3 bedroom apartment &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;with Astro&lt;/span&gt; and a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;view of the swimming pool&lt;/span&gt;. It was definitely value for money. Just for those of who want to know, we stayed in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Batu Feringghi.&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing as this IS a long post, I might break it up into 2 posts cause I'm gonna talk about everything in detail for the sake of re-reading this a few years down the road and being all nostalgic cause that's how I roll. ;) &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Brace yourselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Day 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Adrianna&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Natasha&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Victor&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Evelyn&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;Jian Yung&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;myself)&lt;/span&gt; took the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Aeroline Bus&lt;/span&gt; it was pretty cool. They had a screen behind every seat and everything. It really felt like a plane only with wheels. haha. We had Subway and a choice of coffee, tea or water for our meal that's provided. The ride was pretty okay. We arrived earlier than expected which was like 12.3opm, expected time of arrival was 1pm. We met &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;Keat Yang, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;his sister Huey Kee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(I'm sorry if I spelt her name wrongly. =] )&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Jian Wei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(our tour guides and transporters during our whole stay there) at the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Queensbay Mall&lt;/span&gt;. Some of us were pretty hungry so we went to&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; Wong Kok&lt;/span&gt; to have lunch. We went get some snacks to stock up for the late nights we knew we were going to have. =P. So after that, we checked into the apartment and hung around there for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we changed, we were off to the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Gurney area&lt;/span&gt;. We took a walk to the shore of the beach, well not really the shore la but the coast?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; Okay I have no idea how to explain that but you'll get what I mean when you see the pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TDBzdXEtS-I/AAAAAAAAAKU/rA-N8qmm_eM/s1600/DSC02401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490014894011796450" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TDBzdXEtS-I/AAAAAAAAAKU/rA-N8qmm_eM/s320/DSC02401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;You can see that like their's this wall there so we're not really on the beach itself. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TDBzcubRKzI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ovlJP4x-gpg/s1600/DSC02389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490014883100568370" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TDBzcubRKzI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ovlJP4x-gpg/s320/DSC02389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;This just reminded me of Buckingham Palace for some reason. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TDBzcubRKzI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ovlJP4x-gpg/s1600/DSC02389.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TDB1lSf2dtI/AAAAAAAAAKk/HLziLEPVnoU/s1600/DSC02398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490017229245675218" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TDB1lSf2dtI/AAAAAAAAAKk/HLziLEPVnoU/s320/DSC02398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TDB1lSf2dtI/AAAAAAAAAKk/HLziLEPVnoU/s1600/DSC02398.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;My reaction when I first saw it : O_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TDBzceaOh4I/AAAAAAAAAKE/pnAYmsI_X9Y/s1600/DSC02387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490014878801233794" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TDBzceaOh4I/AAAAAAAAAKE/pnAYmsI_X9Y/s320/DSC02387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Some of the other places we visited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we spent sometime there and moved on to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Fort Cornwallis&lt;/span&gt;. The funniest thing we found there was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;in the chapel&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;there was an air-con&lt;/span&gt;. super LOL moment. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TDBzdobfIuI/AAAAAAAAAKc/a4m7X0zOeuE/s1600/DSC02402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490014898670740194" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TDBzdobfIuI/AAAAAAAAAKc/a4m7X0zOeuE/s320/DSC02402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;The air-con I was talking about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anyways, we walked around there and took some pictures and sorta hung out watching the sunset and then went for dinner. Dinner was &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;DELICIOUS!! YUM-NESS!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;And I found out that in Penang, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Hokkien Mee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;the &lt;b&gt;black sauce version we get here in Klang&lt;/b&gt;, its actually &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Har Mee (Prawn Mee)&lt;/span&gt; and it was&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; awesome &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;sial!! I've never tasted anything so nice before. Okay, I admit that I've never been a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Har Mee&lt;/span&gt; fan. I would choose lots of other food above Har Mee. When I ordered that I was actually expecting the black sauce version so when Har Mee came, I was like&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"O_O. What's this?" &lt;/span&gt;Then my friend told me that in Penang, this is Hokkien Mee and the&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt; black sauce one is called Hokkien Cha.&lt;/span&gt; Confusing eh. Penang really has a unique way of doing things. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Their Hokkien is different from the usual Hokkien&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and even what they call some of their foods but I guess that's what makes them so special. Oh the place that we went to was &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;New Lane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TDB1mU9479I/AAAAAAAAAKs/IwPHKKQu9GI/s1600/DSC02432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490017247088406482" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TDB1mU9479I/AAAAAAAAAKs/IwPHKKQu9GI/s320/DSC02432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;The delicious bowl of heavenly Har Mee for only RM 3. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we went to the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;'pasar malam'&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Macallum Road&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (forgive me if I spelt it wrong. I'm spelling it as I hear it) Walked around a bit then decided to go sit sum where to wait for the rest. And while waiting I finally decided to get a crepe. The wait was killer. People just cut in front of you to order and the waiting involved just to get yours. But it was all worth is. I had a c&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;hicken ham with seaweed and cheese&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;YUMMM!!!! *drools* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Enjoyed every bite. Just thinking about it now makes my mouth water. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; 'pasar malam'&lt;/span&gt;, we went back to the apartment and hung around. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Victor&lt;/span&gt; and I had an &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;Uno session&lt;/span&gt; in which I owned him. muahahahaha. We were pretty beat so we headed to bed at about 2am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TDB1ni9rMvI/AAAAAAAAALE/Dop7g_nhZio/s1600/DSC02439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490017268025471730" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TDB1ni9rMvI/AAAAAAAAALE/Dop7g_nhZio/s320/DSC02439.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;The Uno session. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Georgia, serif;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TDB1nDNJunI/AAAAAAAAAK8/EnNmS3t3Xso/s1600/DSC02438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490017259500452466" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TDB1nDNJunI/AAAAAAAAAK8/EnNmS3t3Xso/s320/DSC02438.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Jian Yung was dared to stuff as many marshmallows in his mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;and he managed to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0);font-family:'trebuchet ms';" &gt;stuff 10. hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0);font-family:'trebuchet ms';" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;End of day 1. =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Day 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We went for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;brunch&lt;/span&gt; at this nice &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;high class mamak&lt;/span&gt; stall which had some pretty good food. Then we headed back to the apartment to change to hike to get to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Pantai Kerachut&lt;/span&gt; where they say is really nice. Before we went hiking, we went to the&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Hard Rock Hotel&lt;/span&gt;. And damn, it was awesome. The pool everything was superb. Now, I know why it costs approximately RM700&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;a night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. X_X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TDCZ7o6IcvI/AAAAAAAAAMM/-D_1XsM-7rg/s1600/DSC02468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490057195637207794" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TDCZ7o6IcvI/AAAAAAAAAMM/-D_1XsM-7rg/s320/DSC02468.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The back of the hotel; the part facing the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TDCZ7L5UdoI/AAAAAAAAAME/qwhBpAPgfRA/s1600/DSC02447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490057187849172610" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TDCZ7L5UdoI/AAAAAAAAAME/qwhBpAPgfRA/s320/DSC02447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I liked the symbols they used especially the female one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TDCZ6gddYhI/AAAAAAAAAL8/TvJ2L1QXzNk/s1600/DSC02458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490057176189592082" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TDCZ6gddYhI/AAAAAAAAAL8/TvJ2L1QXzNk/s320/DSC02458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;A random shot of Victor on the beach behind Hard Rock Hotel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TDCZ6QTlsBI/AAAAAAAAAL0/fHDL3jD6NXo/s1600/DSC02454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490057171853226002" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TDCZ6QTlsBI/AAAAAAAAAL0/fHDL3jD6NXo/s320/DSC02454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;One part of the swimming pool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man. I &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; expected the hiking to be &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;so hard&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; when I first heard about it. and because I didn't expect it to be so hard, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I packed a whole load of stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. =_='. Because I packed so much damn stuff, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;I was so weighed down&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that I couldn't keep up with the others and I was pretty out of breath. A lot of times, I felt like I wasn't breathing enough for my heart. Anyways, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Jian Wei&lt;/span&gt; was nice enough to carry my bag until like the halfway point. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;THANKS SO MUCH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JIAN WEI&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;!! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I really appreciate it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;=) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When we finally got there, oh man, nothing can describe the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;feeling of achievement&lt;/span&gt;. Cause by the time we reached the beach it was like 3-ish and it was scorching hot so sitting under the trees with the wind blowing was heaven until I decided to step onto the sand that wasn't protected by the shade of the trees. You should hear the&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; screaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; man. It really felt like stepping on &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hot stones&lt;/span&gt;. I had to wear shoes to run across the sand. Took a walk with Evelyn up and down the shoreline talking about different issues in our lives and all that. We hung around there till about 4. Cause the hike up was already so torturous, some of them had arranged for a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;boat&lt;/span&gt; to come pick us up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TDCbVkTxbhI/AAAAAAAAAMc/6dljUteQiw8/s1600/DSC02473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490058740590800402" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TDCbVkTxbhI/AAAAAAAAAMc/6dljUteQiw8/s320/DSC02473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The view from where I was sitting of Pantai Kerachut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;boat ride&lt;/span&gt; which cost RM10 was so worth it. We saw &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;eagles' nest&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;eagles flying around the top of the trees&lt;/span&gt;. Then we saw a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;rock that looked like a crocodile and turtle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; And then we saw a&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; pair of eagles dating&lt;/span&gt; in their nest which was really cool. The whole ride was so awesome but I didn't take pictures. My bag with my phone was with Victor and I was sitting quite far from him and at the speed we were going, I didn't wanna be standing up. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, from there we went home to clean up for dinner. We went to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sunset Bistro&lt;/span&gt; at the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Batu Feringghi&lt;/span&gt; beach to&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; watch the sunset&lt;/span&gt; and have our dinner. The place was really nice and the food was pretty good. And the price was pretty reasonable, about the same price as food in Klang and Subang. After dinner we (Adrianna, Victor and I) walked on the beach and had some very funny conversations. XD We decided to hang out at the bar. I shared a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Malibu Sprite&lt;/span&gt; with Adrianna and honestly it tasted like cough mixture. =S . We headed back home and hung out there. Adrianna, Victor and I had a very very epicly funny &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Uno and Big 2 (Cho Tai Ti) session&lt;/span&gt;. hahaha. That was an awesome session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TDCePJg5y1I/AAAAAAAAANE/KZy6YdH-Lto/s1600/DSC02475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490061928853785426" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TDCePJg5y1I/AAAAAAAAANE/KZy6YdH-Lto/s320/DSC02475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;The view from Sunset Bistro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TDCeO7XS9JI/AAAAAAAAAM8/unRy1QdAhZk/s1600/DSC02519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490061925055394962" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TDCeO7XS9JI/AAAAAAAAAM8/unRy1QdAhZk/s320/DSC02519.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;The bar of Sunset Bistro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TDCeO7XS9JI/AAAAAAAAAM8/unRy1QdAhZk/s1600/DSC02519.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TDCeOamlKJI/AAAAAAAAAM0/YXHjgo_ObM8/s1600/DSC02511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490061916261132434" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TDCeOamlKJI/AAAAAAAAAM0/YXHjgo_ObM8/s320/DSC02511.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TDCeOamlKJI/AAAAAAAAAM0/YXHjgo_ObM8/s1600/DSC02511.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Malibu Sprite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TDCeOA9F60I/AAAAAAAAAMs/K0GQ0zFX_Cg/s1600/DSC02492.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TDCeOA9F60I/AAAAAAAAAMs/K0GQ0zFX_Cg/s1600/DSC02492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490061909376232258" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TDCeOA9F60I/AAAAAAAAAMs/K0GQ0zFX_Cg/s320/DSC02492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;As the sun sets. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TDCeOA9F60I/AAAAAAAAAMs/K0GQ0zFX_Cg/s1600/DSC02492.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TDCeNnjMp5I/AAAAAAAAAMk/Hv8HbcnYehY/s1600/DSC02483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490061902556735378" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TDCeNnjMp5I/AAAAAAAAAMk/Hv8HbcnYehY/s320/DSC02483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;My baked beans and cheese jacket potato which was okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And that's what we pretty much did for the first 2 days.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sorry its like so freaking long. I hoped you enjoyed reading and I'll post the second part hopefully sometime these few days but I'll only post the 2nd part if you guys had fun reading this first part. =) If you didn't like how long it was then I'll remove it and make a new post on something different. ;) So let me know in my cbox whether you want the second part. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;Bye people!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P/S : I'll continue to add colour, pictures and all that hopefully by tomorrow cause it 3am and I haven't had decent sleep in a few days and I know I need to sleep, no matter how tempted I am to stay up to watch another episode of Bones. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;I knew it I was holding on to a wish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;I knew the truth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;But can you blame me for wishing? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;To wish that I would one day have you again?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm listening to, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;In Your Arms - The Maine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9070430116888649435-4694365245184924772?l=ineradicablememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/feeds/4694365245184924772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-back-from-island-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/4694365245184924772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/4694365245184924772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-back-from-island-d.html' title='I&apos;m Back From The Island =D'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TDBzdXEtS-I/AAAAAAAAAKU/rA-N8qmm_eM/s72-c/DSC02401.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070430116888649435.post-2575803683113700886</id><published>2010-06-27T22:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T22:52:50.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Penang in less than 24 hours!! =D</title><content type='html'>I'm blogging from Evelyn's house cause I had some transport problem to go to the bus terminal tomorrow morning and she was awesome enough to let me stay in her house and follow her the next morning. Thank you Evelyn! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be in Penang for the next 4 days so I'll blog when I'm back and rejuvenated. Don't miss me my fellow readers. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I can't remember what I wanted to blog about. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess that's all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. Now I remember what I wanted to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want some feedback from you readers about my blog, so just drop a comment in my cbox to let me know what you think about my blog, what I should improve, what you like about it and whatever else. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you guys in 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care peps. =) &lt;s&gt;Take care people in plain old English&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : I won't have a picture for this post cause I'm using Evelyn's laptop. Sorry people!! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I think I'm over you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;But somehow my thoughts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Keep drifting back to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You'll be leaving me soon, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And I just hope things will get better too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm listening to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Evelyn's room fan spinning, her clock ticking and the sound of my fingers hitting the keyboard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; But a song that's running through my head is, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Chris Brown - Crawl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I decided to mix it up abit as you can see. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9070430116888649435-2575803683113700886?l=ineradicablememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/feeds/2575803683113700886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/06/penang-in-less-than-24-hours-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/2575803683113700886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/2575803683113700886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/06/penang-in-less-than-24-hours-d.html' title='Penang in less than 24 hours!! =D'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070430116888649435.post-4254244174999639778</id><published>2010-06-25T03:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T03:18:38.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Since I Have Nothing To Do.</title><content type='html'>I'm trying to keep myself occupied to prevent myself from thinking too much. Yups. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here I am blogging. Hmmm. Since Nat says that I'm lacking pictures. I'll upload one soon. It would most probably be unrelated to the post but nyeh. At least its a picture right?! XD. Whatever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, today was pretty filled so I didn't think much. =D. An achievement some how cause I've been doing a lot of thinking which would lead to wishful thinking which would most probably make me get all happy just so reality can bite me in the butt and crush the wishful thinking. Nyeh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah. I joined the CPU Blog Committee. So I shall practice blogging in a semi-formal way. I cant have smileys and stuff like that and I can't promise that I won't but I'll have to try so yeah I'm trying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Penang trip in 3 days!! Woot woot!! I'm super uberly excited. I should probably stop getting myself excited cause I so hate the feeling of getting so excited over something and it doesn't turn out like how it does in my head. Yups. So yeah.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's pretty much about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take care people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/S : If you haven't notice, I like to put a short stanza of whatever's in my head, what I'm listening to in each post. And now, I'm trying to add some pictures to it. The amount of pictures that I edit or whatever is probably insufficient for the amount of posts I do, so just bear with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I think I'm finally getting over you, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;but I feel guilty for it. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;but if I keep holding on to you,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;will just hurt me more. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm listening to&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;More Than a Love Song- Augustana&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TCOvPhoa0RI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/PDeQGAjZ568/s1600/26310_383207898964_547433964_3753318_1088589_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TCOvPhoa0RI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/PDeQGAjZ568/s320/26310_383207898964_547433964_3753318_1088589_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486421452328194322" style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Credits to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Leng Hue&lt;/span&gt;. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&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/9070430116888649435-4254244174999639778?l=ineradicablememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/feeds/4254244174999639778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/06/since-i-have-nothing-to-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/4254244174999639778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/4254244174999639778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/06/since-i-have-nothing-to-do.html' title='Since I Have &lt;s&gt;Nothing&lt;/s&gt; To Do.'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/TCOvPhoa0RI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/PDeQGAjZ568/s72-c/26310_383207898964_547433964_3753318_1088589_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070430116888649435.post-5050648786168292240</id><published>2010-06-23T00:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T01:50:52.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>While Its Still Fresh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm gonna blog about what happened today while &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;its still fresh in my head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As usual, today I went play &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;touch football&lt;/span&gt; with my fellow &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CPU-ians&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Americans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Today's weather was good so it made playing more bearable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Okay I shall try my best to remember my teammates names this time. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Zach&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Raz&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Adrianna&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;Jun Han&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Melvin,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;Kellie&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Sneaky&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(I only know him by his nickname)&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;Andrew&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;Akil?&lt;/span&gt; I think that's pretty much who played on the team. Forgive my memory. I don't actually remember who's all my teammates cause we usually change them after a round or two so yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Unlike the last time, I played around 2-3 rounds today!! =D Its good okay cause its tiring to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;keep running up and down the field&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;chasing after people and of course the ball&lt;/span&gt;. Really had a good workout today. I really sweat it out. So after some time, I skipped the round by accident actually. I was thirsty so went to get some water then I just &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;forgot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; to go to back to the game. XD. Anyways, they found a replacement and so I just hung out and rested. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We finished pretty early this time.. About 6 plus. So there was still time before we were to meet the Americans for dinner and we filled it with playing&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt; "Pepsi Cola" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;and &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ice and Water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Haha. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;"Pepsi Cola"&lt;/span&gt; was funny. XD.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt; Ice and Water &lt;/span&gt;on the other hand was tiring!!! The first round was pretty okay. We &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; play with boundaries and just &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;scrambled in every direction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; making the people who were Ice harder to win but they still did. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Damn you Russell!! Run so damn fast!! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But the second round we had boundaries so it should've been better right.. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;WRONG!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;It was horrible. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Halfway through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, most of us called for a &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;timeout&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. All the people who became Ice, myself included, were like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;panting and out of breath.&lt;/span&gt; In the end, the round ended with all of us just resting &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;indefinitely&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Some of the guys did continue playing touch while the rest of us just chilled and talked. Anyways, after that we met the Americans at &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FacetoFace Noodles.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The food there was pretty good. Nothing much happened during dinner so not going to talk about it much. After that most of us went for &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Connections&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (I'm not sure how you spell it but yeah) which is this like Bible Study the Americans go for every Tuesday. It's pretty cool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We played this game which was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;something like Taboo&lt;/span&gt; only without the list of words you couldn't say. It was pretty fun. Then we read from Exodus 1 and 2. And had an activity. We were &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;to reenact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; the decree given by the Pharaoh to kill all baby boys up till how Moses was give his name. They did give us some props to helps us out and everything turned out so funny!! Hahaha. I should've recorded it... =( .. By the time everything ended, I had to head home. So Melvin &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;was kind enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; to send me all the way home. He was meeting up with them again but cause I had to get back early, he sent me all the way home and went back again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So yeap. That was pretty much what I did today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My muscles are already starting to ache! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Uh oh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I have to go grocery shopping tomorrow!! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HELP!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; =S &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I hope this compensates for the absence before. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 19px; line-height: 25px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;zorg voor mensen.. :)&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Dutch for take care people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt; &lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 19px; line-height: 25px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just when I think I'm letting go, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It all comes back to me again. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;How euphoric you made me feel, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;How much I felt for you. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;I'm listening to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Voice on the Radio - Marie Digby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9070430116888649435-5050648786168292240?l=ineradicablememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/feeds/5050648786168292240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/06/while-its-still-fresh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/5050648786168292240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/5050648786168292240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/06/while-its-still-fresh.html' title='While Its Still Fresh'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070430116888649435.post-8837098380194228475</id><published>2010-06-22T01:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T02:45:59.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the dead of the night, you seep into my thoughts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Slow, emo music seriously doesn't help in moving on. nyeh. who cares. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Anyways, I promised that I would blog about what that happened with me the last week so I'll just give you the highlights. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;On Tuesday, I went for touch football with my fellow course mates and the Americans. Played on an empty stomach. Not a good idea. Anyways, I only played one game cause it was so hot and being so long in the sun made me giddy. Sat around talking to Evelyn, Natasha, Leng Hue, Ad and May. Laughed alot at Ad and May's fondness for grass.. Ginseng, wheatgrass, herbal soup.. hahahahahaha. Oh man. That was funny. So instead of playing, we had a really fun photoshoot of jumpshots. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Friday I went for the graduation ceremony for the Graduating Class of June 2010 of the Canadian Pre-U. It was an experience to see a whole bunch of my friends graduating. The speech by the valedictorian, Koay Keat Yang was inspirational and touching. As I was recording, the battery was going low and I didn't wanna finish up the battery cause I wanted to take pictures with my friends afterwards, so I could only take 9 minutes of his speech with my camera and the remaining with my phone, which the quality of video recording isn't too good, so yeah. =\ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Saturday. My church has this event called Parents Night every year to kinda appreciate all the parents in church. So I went in the morning and came back at about 11.30pm. So yeah. Whole day out. Very tiring but fun. Everyone had fun especially the parents. Our theme was Ready, Set, Go or in other words, a sports theme. Most of the parents were sporting enough to come in different sports attire. Overall, it was a really fun time for everyone. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;On Sunday, my family went to visit my brother cause he wasn't coming back for the weekend. And my dad likes to take these little trips so we did. We picked my brother up from his house, went for lunch at this place called something Sister Yong Tau Foo or something of that sort. It was packed!! But the food was awesome. Especially this thing called "Chicken Wrapped in Paper". I have no idea how its done but it was really delicious. Yuummm!! The other stuff were pretty good too except for the excess oil every dish had. eikk.. =S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So that was pretty much about what happened in my week. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Oh yeah. And my room is pretty cleaned up now. I have about 20-30% of my room left to clear!! =D. I just hope it can stay clean throughout the year. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;prendre soin. :) &lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Its French for take care. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;P/S: As you can see people, I've gotten lazy with editing my post. haha. I'll try doing it when I'm not lazy. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I'm listening to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;We'll be a Dream - We the Kings and Demi Lovato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9070430116888649435-8837098380194228475?l=ineradicablememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/feeds/8837098380194228475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/06/in-dead-of-night-you-seep-into-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/8837098380194228475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/8837098380194228475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/06/in-dead-of-night-you-seep-into-my.html' title='In the dead of the night, you seep into my thoughts.'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070430116888649435.post-283117020592262481</id><published>2010-06-21T05:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T05:50:57.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Silence</title><content type='html'>Would you leave things unsaid if it meant that you would still be friends &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would you say all that you want to but things get complicated? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. I did write a post a couple of days ago and yeah it couldn't save and I didn't notice so when I pressed publish post half the post was gone and being the holiday me, I just couldn't bother with rewriting everything so instead I just left it as a draft and here I am now, writing a new one. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry if I don't post as often as I should seeing as I'm on holidays but I just don't have the inspiration and mood to blog. Hey, having inspiration and mood to blog makes my post more me. Without it, it would just sound NOT me. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I had a pretty eventful week. So, I won't complain. A lot of my friends are kinda sick of holidays where as I'm only starting mine. =D Soon, holidays will be over and I'll be back with my second semester. Not too looking forward to it. =X &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope I'll be in the mood to post another one tomorrow about what happened in my week so yeah. Let's just hope okay! haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;P/S : I'm running out of ideas on what to blog about, so if you have some let me know and I'll try to blog about it. No promises that I will though. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm listening to &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Angels - Augustana&lt;/i&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/9070430116888649435-283117020592262481?l=ineradicablememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/feeds/283117020592262481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/06/silence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/283117020592262481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/283117020592262481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/06/silence.html' title='The Silence'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070430116888649435.post-35193865754324607</id><published>2010-06-14T18:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T15:05:10.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PROM PROM PROM!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Fuhh!! Yesterday (I was lazy to post this yesterday so yesterday in sense is Sunday) was the CPU Prom and all I've gotta say about it is that it was FREAKING AWESOME!!! You have no idea how awesome!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;It got off to a slow kinda boring start but after the food, things started to pick up and got exciting. It just kept getting better and better from there on. Once the dance floor was opened, fuh. This is what CPU people are about. We know how to study hard and play hard. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Evelyn and I stayed over at Leng Hue's house the night before the prom and went to get our hair and make-up done at APT somewhere in puchong. We finished sorta early so we took our time getting ready. Evelyn's dad picked us up at 6 and we went to pick Natasha up and went to prom from there. Met up with the whole gang there. Oh yeah. And because I slept over in Leng Hue's house, I had packed everything to last me till after prom except the most important thing, my prom ticket. =_='! I felt so dumb at that moment! I totally forgot about my prom ticket till Evelyn asked me in Leng Hue's house. T_T moment! Anyways, my friend helped me out and totally saved my life. Thanks Magen!!! =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The emcee of the night was good. A very comical guy and kept the crowd going. ;) . I especially liked him at the ending during the open floor. Move 1. The hairwash. 2. The migraine 3. The lost-in-the-woods. I really cracked up. I only managed to record the last move. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;All in all, the night was a very awesome enjoyable night. A very awesome job, Prom Committee. ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;After prom, we headed to Brussels in Jaya 1. Jian Yung drove us there in typical guy style, if you get what I mean. XD. When we arrived the kitchen was already closed and it was the last order. So potong. Felt like drinking something comforting so I drank Hot Chocolate, which wasn't too bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Went back to Evelyn's house at around 3am. By the time we hit the bed it was like 4.30am. Got up at 9.30am the next day. Definitely not enough sleep. I took the train back home, reached at 11.15am? and hit the bed again till 5.30pm. hahahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Memories no matter how insignificant will one day seem like the most precious. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;P/S : I'll add some colour later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm sorry things turned out like this, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I never wanted this. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I always wanted you in my life. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But I guess at this moment, its not possible. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just know that I'm sorry. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I hope you read it. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cause it'll be last you'll hear of me, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Before you start your new life. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;I'm listening to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;It Is What It is - Lifehouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/9070430116888649435-35193865754324607?l=ineradicablememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/feeds/35193865754324607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/06/prom-prom-prom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/35193865754324607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/35193865754324607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/06/prom-prom-prom.html' title='PROM PROM PROM!'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070430116888649435.post-171613153602573297</id><published>2010-06-10T12:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T13:02:56.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Done!! =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Finals are finally done! Yay!!! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Holidays are here! No more waking up at 6 am! *extra happy smiley*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay I should have a checklist of what I want to get done by this holidays. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I might either re-edit this later with the list or I might put it on the column at the side so look out for it if you wanna know what I'm planning for my holidays. hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;and I think I would be doing the latter. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The next thing coming up is PROM!! woot woot! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmmm. Its bittersweet finishing the semester. I'm gonna miss so many of my friends. =( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I guess life has to go on right? Can it just hold on for a little while so I can hang on to the memories just that one moment? Well, a girl can wish right? =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know a lot of you are asking why I still &lt;s&gt;in love?&lt;/s&gt; hanging on, well I just can't answer you. No matter how much of a jerk he has been, I still find myself going back to him everytime. Maybe I just don't want to let go of the person I first fell in love with. Okay, everyone has said that he did change and I've noticed and I don't know. I guess when he leaves it would be easier? I'm hoping it will be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Its the end now, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't know when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or whether I'll see you again, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But thanks for all the memories! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I'm listening to&lt;br /&gt;I Never Told You- Colbie Cailat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9070430116888649435-171613153602573297?l=ineradicablememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/feeds/171613153602573297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-done-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/171613153602573297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/171613153602573297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-done-d.html' title='It&apos;s Done!! =D'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070430116888649435.post-1276651847206708088</id><published>2010-06-07T15:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T21:58:33.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Blues..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well, I'm blogging cause I'm &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;stuck in college&lt;/span&gt; waiting for my sister to come pick me up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, just finished my &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Data exam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Left one question blank&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;one answer most probably wrong&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;one whole section very uncertain&lt;/span&gt;. Arrgghhh. My exams seem to get worse and worse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm having Individuals on Thursday and its definitely not a paper I'm looking forward to because I seem to always be struggling. Its like I'm barely able to keep my marks above 85%. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My goal of getting&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;an 85% in everything seems to be getting harder to reach!! =( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today at the end of the Data exam,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt; this guy who was sitting near me&lt;/span&gt; was trying to finish up his subjective paper but the&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt; teacher was like pulling it away&lt;/span&gt; and so he went on to trying to shade in the answer for the objective section and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;the teacher and him were sorta having a small tug-of-war&lt;/span&gt; before the teacher pulled it away. He was like &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;begging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; the teacher to let him shade it in, but he was like "I'm sorry, I really have to take it". And seriously, the whole scenario looked so &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;sad and pitiful. &lt;/span&gt;awwww. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;So I guess that's pretty much about it. =) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chao people!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Walking the empty halls, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Every turn I take, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Reminds me of us,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Of what we were, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And of what we've become. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The hurt, the loss, the pain. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm listening to &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Halfway Gone - Lifehouse&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&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/9070430116888649435-1276651847206708088?l=ineradicablememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/feeds/1276651847206708088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/06/monday-blues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/1276651847206708088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/1276651847206708088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/06/monday-blues.html' title='Monday Blues..'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070430116888649435.post-8666389154329792437</id><published>2010-06-04T16:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T16:57:30.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Matter What, The Memories Stay With Us.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Unless you have dementia or memory loss. hahahah. Okay that was random. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Anyways, yesterday was the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;last day for some of the CPU-ians&lt;/span&gt;. =( Loads of friends graduating, even him, 2 weeks from now. ='( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I'm really gonna miss all of them;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt; Adrianna Jane&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Imran&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Kana&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Cecelia&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;Grace&lt;/span&gt;, and a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;whole loads of other people&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;Don't forget to come back to visit us&lt;/span&gt; okay guys and girls!! =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Well, &lt;b&gt;today&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;finals started&lt;/span&gt;. Not off to a good start. I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;couldn't finish my essay in time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. And that whole part was like 44 marks.. The part with the most marks and I screwed it up. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Damnit la!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;ARRGGHHHH!!&lt;/span&gt; EMO!!! ='[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;On a totally random note, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC99;"&gt;yearbooks were out today&lt;/span&gt;!! Yay! And&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt; I actually look good&lt;/span&gt;. =D I got &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;my poem published&lt;/span&gt; too but I totally forgot to put a title so they named it &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;Untitled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. So potong! ishh.. whatever la it still got published.. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why won't you talk to me? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Or pick up my calls? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You just left me in the dark, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Not knowing what I did wrong. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When everyone asks me why I can't let go, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Its cause I can't. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dare I say it? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I may be in love. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Over and over you break my heart, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and yet, I still won't let go. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;is something wrong with me? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;or is it cause I'm not me?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Just please keep me in your life. I can't stand &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; being in it. I can't stand what we've become.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I just want us to be &lt;/span&gt;what we were.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; Anything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Please! &lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm listening to &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;In This Song - Charice&lt;/i&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/9070430116888649435-8666389154329792437?l=ineradicablememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/feeds/8666389154329792437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/06/no-matter-what-memories-stay-with-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/8666389154329792437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/8666389154329792437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/06/no-matter-what-memories-stay-with-us.html' title='No Matter What, The Memories Stay With Us.'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070430116888649435.post-4761270690250689898</id><published>2010-06-02T00:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T01:02:12.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Taking It One Step At A Time.</title><content type='html'>Thanks everyone for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;cheering me up &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;asking how I've been and all&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I'm feeling &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;better&lt;/span&gt;. It might be due to the&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt; lack of sleep&lt;/span&gt; or the fact that&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt; I just finished the last ISU of this semester&lt;/span&gt; but at least I'm feeling better right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day started &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;okay&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Peaked during Data&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;flat-lined&lt;/span&gt; during lunch all the way till I was back home where it &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;peaked again&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, it &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;hurt&lt;/span&gt; during lunch. I could feel myself &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;hyper-ventilating&lt;/span&gt; and needing to get out of there. It &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;comes and goes&lt;/span&gt; so I'm trying my best to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;keep it in check&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wrote a Facebook message to him today, yes, I know not the most ideal way to send a message. I actually wanted to tell him face-to-face but well, there wasn't any chance so I guess, that was the best way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I just hope things go back to normal tomorrow or at least try to go back to normal cause that's just &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;what I need right now&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;Normal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I proved to myself and everyone else that I CAN handle a relationship AND my studies cause guess what? Okay, I'm not gloating or anything but I got 96% for my Data test that was yesterday. Going through the heartbreak and absolutely no motivation to study, I still scored a 96%. Honestly, I was quite &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;surprised myself.&lt;/span&gt; I really t&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;hought I did badly&lt;/span&gt; cause I felt so unprepared for it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next up, we'll see my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;phase 5&lt;/span&gt;. If I score badly in that it means, I can't handle it. Well, we'll see how it goes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Sometimes we gotta take one step at a time, one day at a time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I'm listening to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I Did It For You - Charice and Drew Ryan Scott&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9070430116888649435-4761270690250689898?l=ineradicablememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/feeds/4761270690250689898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-taking-it-one-step-at-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/4761270690250689898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/4761270690250689898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-taking-it-one-step-at-time.html' title='I&apos;m Taking It One Step At A Time.'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070430116888649435.post-6416936680388025329</id><published>2010-05-31T15:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T15:16:33.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can It Hurt Anymore? Apparently it can.</title><content type='html'>There's no way of describing the pain of getting your heart broken. Not only did it get broken, it was smashed into microscopic pieces. So many times, it felt like I couldn't go on. Isn't that what you want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You asked me why I got so emotionally involved when we agreed to go with the flow. This is MY flow. How do I not get emotionally involved. I'm not stone-hearted okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you to show me that you feel something. Anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm frustrated, tired, hurt, angry, heartbroken and whatever else you could feel. You just keep adding salt to my wounds. How do I heal when you keep doing that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not my decision, it was yours. You're leaving, not me. You're not coming, and I'm there alone. And yet, I'm hurting more than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just leave me alone...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9070430116888649435-6416936680388025329?l=ineradicablememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/feeds/6416936680388025329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/05/can-it-hurt-anymore-apparently-it-can.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/6416936680388025329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/6416936680388025329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/05/can-it-hurt-anymore-apparently-it-can.html' title='Can It Hurt Anymore? Apparently it can.'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070430116888649435.post-1259102902406414276</id><published>2010-05-29T03:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T12:02:33.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gives Me Hope</title><content type='html'>I know I should be doing my phase 5 right now but I'm in no mood right now. You wouldn't be either if you in my position. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've actually been seeing this website all over Facebook but never really bothered to read it till I saw it on Jess' blog and well now I'm addicted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of the stories that are so touching and inspirational. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much so that I felt like I should write some of my own. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I posted the first one on facebook but I'll just repost it here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;1. Being so hurt and heartbroken for the first time. My friends were there to pick me up, put back the pieces and cheer me up so I could keep going. My friends are what&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Gives Me Hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;2. Feeling so lost, alone and hurt, I asked God to help me. He did. He sent me friends who showed me how much they care for me. He showed me His love and comfort through my friends. His care for me &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Gives Me Hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. =')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 19px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;3. Whenever I was sad, I would to go to my dog and pet her. And every time I did, she came closer and pawed me, which in a way made me feel like she was saying, "Are you okay? I'm always here for you." And when I stopped, she would look at me with the most understanding eyes telling me that whatever it is, I would be okay. She &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;gives me hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;4. I was trying so hard to hide my feelings when my sister called. Within 10 seconds of the call, she knew something wasn't right. She came to comfort me and listened to me though she knew in her heart and mind that I was going to go through those feelings. My comforting and understanding sister, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;gives me hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 19px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;I now feel so grateful for all the things I have, for the people I've met and have and for the things they've done for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 19px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 19px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Life may be a huge obstacle but you forget that sometimes with the people cheering you on, you can face anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 19px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/9070430116888649435-1259102902406414276?l=ineradicablememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/feeds/1259102902406414276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/05/gives-me-hope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/1259102902406414276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/1259102902406414276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/05/gives-me-hope.html' title='Gives Me Hope'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070430116888649435.post-9163793679798829811</id><published>2010-05-28T21:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T21:24:16.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Too Short To Be Anything.. But Happy.</title><content type='html'>I found this really awesome picture on this website, &lt;a href="http://happythings.tumblr.com/"&gt;Happy Things&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l2vd06u6Te1qaobbko1_500.png" alt="mylifeinwordsandpictures:  makingbetter:  leilockheart:  original photo &amp;amp; the artist" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It sorta inspired me. Why waste time getting angry at something that is out of your control? Leave it be because all its gonna do is ruin your day. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So be happy when everyone else isn't. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm listening to&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;the sound of my fan and the other random sounds in the background.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;:)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9070430116888649435-9163793679798829811?l=ineradicablememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/feeds/9163793679798829811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/05/lifes-too-short-to-be-anything-but.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/9163793679798829811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/9163793679798829811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/05/lifes-too-short-to-be-anything-but.html' title='Life&apos;s Too Short To Be Anything.. 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I felt &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;so disappointed in myself&lt;/span&gt; and I think &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;my lecturer did too&lt;/span&gt;. Definitely &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; my standard of work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;didn't&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; get better from there. I got story after story of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;some conflict&lt;/span&gt; between my friends and I just &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;don't like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;conflict happening between anyone especially my close friends. And now trust has become an issue between some of them. something that doesn't make things any better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stayed back for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;touch football (american football)&lt;/span&gt; with the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;CPU-ians&lt;/span&gt;. I actually didn't know I was playing. I only found out that morning and guess what? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;I didn't bring shorts&lt;/span&gt; so I &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;played in my jeans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. yes, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;I did look like a retard &lt;/span&gt;but after awhile I just didn't care. I wanted to have fun. Before I started the game, I was very &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;angry&lt;/span&gt; cause &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;he ditched me&lt;/span&gt;. Literally. I was&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt; waiting for his call &lt;/span&gt;of whether he's going and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;he didn't call nor show up&lt;/span&gt;. So I gave up and my friends told me to cool down and just enjoy the game. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The game, well, it was really difficult for everyone to sorta get what to do. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Andrew&lt;/span&gt; seemed like the only one who knew what to do, so I guess its pretty frustrating for him cause 15 people were doing what they thought was the way to play the game. While we &lt;s&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/s&gt; to play, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;a group of Americans&lt;/span&gt; came up and asked talked to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Andrew&lt;/span&gt;. They had some meeting to attend and said &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;they'll join us after &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt; they did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. A whole &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; group of them. All in all, there were about &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;30-40 people&lt;/span&gt;. We split into 4 groups and took turns playing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of them were guys and so it was hard to remember their name. I remembered my teammates though. Oh man, I just realized &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;I didn't take a group picture with them&lt;/span&gt;. =( Anyways, their names were &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;Eric&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Adam&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Kate&lt;/span&gt; and errr... errr.. crap.. I forgot his name. Oppss.. SORRY!! =S. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Bryan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Mark&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Keat Yang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, who are from CPU and I can't remember who else. Anyways, I think we &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;played a pretty awesome game&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;GO TEAM AWESOME!&lt;/span&gt; =D. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While resting, I got to know the two other American girls, who were &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Courtney&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Hannah&lt;/span&gt;. These people were awesome! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;I wished I took more pictures though&lt;/span&gt;. =( We sat around and talked. They're from&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt; North Carolina&lt;/span&gt; on their &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;summer break&lt;/span&gt;. They said they'll be here for a couple of weeks so the guys exchanged phone numbers while the girls exchanged emails. We definitely should play another game with them after our finals. After they went back, we just hung around for awhile and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Evelyn,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Natasha&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;started carrying each other from behind&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;like playing a fool&lt;/span&gt;. Man, that was &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;sooo fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I just realized that finals are &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;NEXT WEEK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!! =S!!!!!! I've not even &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;started studying&lt;/span&gt;.. eiiiikkkkkk!!! I'm so dead. But whatever. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Nothing's gonna ruin my day now&lt;/span&gt;. I'm still high from the adrenaline and pure awesome fun from the game. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                           &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/S_51GerlJQI/AAAAAAAAAJk/RPSiP8oe2Dw/s320/DSC02241.JPG" /&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From left : &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Natasha&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Kate&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Courtney&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Hannah&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Evelyn&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;P/S : I just realized I haven't been putting the I'm listening to thing at the bottom of my post for the last few posts. So sorry!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;I'm listening to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Airplanes by B.o.B. feat Hayley Williams from Paramore&lt;/i&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/9070430116888649435-4423900564532588250?l=ineradicablememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/feeds/4423900564532588250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/05/it-changed-everything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/4423900564532588250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/4423900564532588250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/05/it-changed-everything.html' title='It Changed Everything.'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/S_51GerlJQI/AAAAAAAAAJk/RPSiP8oe2Dw/s72-c/DSC02241.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070430116888649435.post-433890897889028498</id><published>2010-05-24T21:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T21:17:15.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Wanted, Would You Leave Me Alone.</title><content type='html'>This week has been a very stressful week. Wait. Stressful can't even cut it. Its been a I-think-I-would-drop-dead week. Being sick does not make anything better. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause finals are coming, lecturers are rushing to finish everything in time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so glad English is done with cause I handed in my research log today. Sorry Mr. James, I know its 2 weeks overdue. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The most stressful part of Data should be done with by tomorrow. And thank you Mr. Chai for postponing the test to next week!!! You have seriously just saved my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Individuals on the other hand. Yeah not so good. I have to get started on it ASAP, in order for me to show him my rough draft of Phase 5 so I can amend it and like score higher. Grrrr. And I also have a "quest" tomorrow. A "quest" is a combination of a quiz and a test which still carries a weight-age of 3!!! T-H-R-E-E!!! ARRRGHHH!!! Someone kill me now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've gotta do some stuff now. I'll come back to re-edit this post sometime when I'm freer. Sorry people! =S. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take cares!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9070430116888649435-433890897889028498?l=ineradicablememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/feeds/433890897889028498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/05/if-i-wanted-would-you-leave-me-alone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/433890897889028498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/433890897889028498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/05/if-i-wanted-would-you-leave-me-alone.html' title='If I Wanted, Would You Leave Me Alone.'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070430116888649435.post-637897579663406796</id><published>2010-05-21T21:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T22:05:32.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way We Roll</title><content type='html'>For Victor's birthday, the awesome foursome plus the other one (Fish), took him to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;BBQ Plaza&lt;/span&gt; in Sunway Pyramid. We initially wanted to go to Lakeside Campus there to chill, since everyone's saying that its a cool place to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;hang out&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;take pictures&lt;/span&gt;, a other reason why &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;we avid cam-whorers wanted to go&lt;/span&gt;, but it was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;raining so hard&lt;/span&gt; that we decided to go to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;Sunway&lt;/span&gt; instead. We didn't take a lot of pictures but those that we took are in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;I'm too lazy to upload it here. XD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, before that, the awesome foursome bought him a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Secret Recipe Oreo Cheese&lt;/span&gt; slice of cake but only celebrated after class cause by the time Nat and I had come back from getting the cake the presentations already started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;That's pretty much about what we did for his birthday! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;I really hope you enjoyed it Victor! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P/S : I'm down with a very bad sore throat. How bad you may ask? Its so bad that I can't even shallow without feeling painful and I sorta lost my voice. It seems to be better now that I had some warm soup for lunch. Still as painful and swollen but more bearable. XD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I'll add more colour to the post later on. I'm just too lazy now. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;I'll just make this a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;two in one&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Anyways, as you can see from my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;P/S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;from above. I'm obviously having a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;sore throat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I went to have a nap when I came home cause everyone's saying like ohh, you're sick you must rest more. and so I did. and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;guess what? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I felt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;even worse after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;the nap then I was before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I woke up with a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;body ache and fever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;. Just as I woke up my mum came home so she took me to the doctor and even the doctor was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;to see how bad my sore throat is/was. He was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; like, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;"Oh so bad until your voice also change ar?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;and after checking my throat, he was still surprised at how swollen it was. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;So he asked me to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;"forget about eating fried or spicy food"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;and gave me some meds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From my P/S note above, I said that it was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;hard for me to shallow&lt;/span&gt; right. Its just weird but the doctor gave me some meds that are big. Like what the heck?!?! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;Shallowing my saliva hurts what more shallowing these pills&lt;/span&gt;. =_='. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, like Jess said. Its not the doctor that makes the meds. But couldn't he prescribe something not so big? XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah. That's pretty much about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;P/S : awwww. He takes such good care of me and cares about me so much that it makes me feel all fuzzy on the inside. =) He proves to me over and over again why I love being with him. ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9070430116888649435-637897579663406796?l=ineradicablememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/feeds/637897579663406796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/05/way-we-roll.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/637897579663406796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/637897579663406796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/05/way-we-roll.html' title='The Way We Roll'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070430116888649435.post-8202728974569770001</id><published>2010-05-21T14:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T21:56:04.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Victor! =)</title><content type='html'>This post is dedicated to my bestie, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Victor Tan Shea Khai&lt;/span&gt;! I know his birthday was yesterday but I was lazy to blog yesterday. XD&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/S_aOhkxdrMI/AAAAAAAAAJc/5Zo_ZblFsNA/s320/016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, this guy has &lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;finally&lt;/u&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;turned 18 and legal&lt;/span&gt;! This dude is so awesome I tell you. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;He's always there for me listening to me rant and crap, and doing it oh so patiently. &lt;/span&gt;=D He's just an awesome dude that just &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;got his braces off&lt;/span&gt; and is now &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;stuck with retainers&lt;/span&gt;! hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of us, well, we &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;insult and make fun of each other&lt;/span&gt; so much that we seem to be immune to each other's insults. hahaha. Oh and if it wasn't cause of him, I wouldn't have met &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;HIM&lt;/span&gt; and you &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;"betrayed him"&lt;/span&gt; to tell me. heheheheh. weeee. =D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/S_aOhD91b1I/AAAAAAAAAJU/q7mT-gxkmeE/s320/029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Thanks for everything Victor! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;All the best dude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;. I hope you going to NZ next year &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;doesn't change anything. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&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/9070430116888649435-8202728974569770001?l=ineradicablememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/feeds/8202728974569770001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-birthday-victor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/8202728974569770001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/8202728974569770001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-birthday-victor.html' title='Happy Birthday Victor! =)'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/S_aOhkxdrMI/AAAAAAAAAJc/5Zo_ZblFsNA/s72-c/016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070430116888649435.post-7514326648205448912</id><published>2010-05-19T09:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T09:53:53.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For You My People! =)</title><content type='html'>Okay la. I know I've been posting some really &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;emo &lt;/span&gt;posts and stuff so I'll post something &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;happy &lt;/span&gt;today cause some&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; awesome people&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; cheered me up &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;before I went to bed&lt;/span&gt; last night. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who don't already know, I'll like to tell you that &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I have&lt;/span&gt; such &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;awesome,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;supportive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt;! Not to mention &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;great listeners&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;took everything away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; from me &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;my friends&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;my family&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'll still be &lt;u&gt;happy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They totally made me &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;laugh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;my heart&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;lungs out&lt;/span&gt; yesterday. Though we see each other everyday, &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Skyping &lt;/span&gt;with them is &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;AWESOME&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I tell you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I would have let my &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;blog slowly die&lt;/span&gt; till I have the mood to revive it again, if it wasn't for&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; Sio Leng Hue&lt;/span&gt; who makes me &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;update&lt;/span&gt; my blog. ;) So people who &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;like reading my blog&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;you should thank her&lt;/span&gt;! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P/S : I've been having the most unhealthy breakfast's ever for the past couple of days. Corntoz, nips, twisties, bika, and other snacks does not, I repeat &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DOES NOT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; help &lt;s&gt;in getting ready for prom&lt;/s&gt;. =_=! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9070430116888649435-7514326648205448912?l=ineradicablememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/feeds/7514326648205448912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/05/for-you-my-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/7514326648205448912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/7514326648205448912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/05/for-you-my-people.html' title='For You My People! =)'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070430116888649435.post-1565895952712608307</id><published>2010-05-12T09:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T19:35:44.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What If's</title><content type='html'>Tell me what to feel, cause I'm lost. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; cause, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;I finally know&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;you're coming to prom&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;you're my best friend&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;confused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; cause,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt; you're leaving way too soon&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;your status' are making me feel so insecure&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt; I'm afraid to get hurt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I need from you is that reassurance that if &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;I give you my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;that you won't break it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to talk to you about all my doubts so that if I do get my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;heart broken&lt;/span&gt;, I have time to heal before my finals though I may never get over it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Losing you is a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;double blow&lt;/span&gt; because &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;you're my best friend&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;above it all, that comes first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So tell me, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;what should I do?&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;what should I feel? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;*Edit : They say falling in love is always a risk. Wish me luck people cause I'm going for it. This afternoon's talk with him made me fall in love with him again and again. He turned out to be so much more than I expected. And I never knew that he had feelings for me for so long. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9070430116888649435-1565895952712608307?l=ineradicablememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/feeds/1565895952712608307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-ifs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/1565895952712608307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/1565895952712608307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-ifs.html' title='What If&apos;s'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070430116888649435.post-4324841570545464840</id><published>2010-05-09T00:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T00:56:49.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Just Lagging</title><content type='html'>My computer is lagging so badly right now. I need to reformat it soon. =S&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had an awesome day today. I spent some time with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;my brother&lt;/span&gt; at the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Digital Mall &lt;/span&gt;where I went a little crazy and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;bought some pretty cool stuff&lt;/span&gt;. =D . Hmmm. I just realized that I haven't spent time with my bro in a long while. Awww. I miss laughing my lungs out. =P. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, my trip to the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Digital Mall in PJ&lt;/span&gt; ended up with me &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;buying a laptop skin,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;a laptop cover/bag-like-thing&lt;/span&gt;, an e&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;xternal hard drive (that looks hideous but so worth the money)&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;completely and almost utterly broke. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I know how my friend could spend almost RM1500 on electronics in one go. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should be asleep or doing &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;my ISU &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;essay&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt; research log&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;Phase 4&lt;/span&gt; but&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;u&gt;screw it&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;My mind's not here so I can't even concentrate.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Whatever la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;The hardest thing in the world, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;Is knowing that the person you love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;Is in love with another person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;But what hurts even more, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;is that other person is your friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Listening to : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Boyce Avenue - Every breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9070430116888649435-4324841570545464840?l=ineradicablememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/feeds/4324841570545464840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-just-lagging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/4324841570545464840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/4324841570545464840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-just-lagging.html' title='Its Just Lagging'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070430116888649435.post-2630764315373487622</id><published>2010-05-05T14:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T14:56:47.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Right In Front of You.</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;extra sleepy&lt;/span&gt; today. It might have to do with the fact that its a &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; today. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just realized something. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Shoot. I forgot what it was.&lt;/span&gt; =_='. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Oh wait&lt;/span&gt;. Now I remember. I just realized that I &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;gone back at 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; from college for &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;quite a few days&lt;/span&gt; now. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;u&gt;supposed&lt;/u&gt; to be doing my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;English ISU essay&lt;/span&gt; now cause I might be going out on Sunday and &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;my presentation is on Friday&lt;/span&gt;. ish. And I have a &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Hamlet test &lt;u&gt;tomorrow&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but I'm still blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you wanted to know, the Hamlet video that we've been doing for the past few days turned out &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;awesomely.&lt;/span&gt; The bloopers was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;FUNNY!!&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;blushed quite badly&lt;/span&gt; during that video. So much so that after English, one of my friends was like, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Whoa. Why are you so red?". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;XD. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Data group project to figure out&lt;/span&gt;. I was 'smart' enough to change the game. =_='. Why do I kill myself like this? Dumbness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Talking about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dumbness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I've been feeling very dumb recently. I can't remember specific events but I remember feeling like a dumb blonde after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Anyways, that's all for now.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Take care&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;dudes&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;dudettes.&lt;/span&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;The answer is right there, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;If you look hard and stare. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;All you've gotta do is open your eyes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;You'll see past its disguise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Listening to : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Boyce Avenue - Dare to believe  &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/9070430116888649435-2630764315373487622?l=ineradicablememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/feeds/2630764315373487622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/05/right-in-front-of-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/2630764315373487622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/2630764315373487622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/05/right-in-front-of-you.html' title='Right In Front of You.'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070430116888649435.post-5137674992713997435</id><published>2010-05-04T22:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T22:51:57.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crash Into Me</title><content type='html'>My friends are so &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;awesome to hang out with&lt;/span&gt;. I could hang out with them the whole day doing nothing but &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;just chilling&lt;/span&gt;. Sometimes I wish I could &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;freeze&lt;/span&gt; that moment and stay in it &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;till I'm ready to move on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8 months from now, we'll all be &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;going everywhere around the world&lt;/span&gt;, literally. No matter how much I want to say things will be the same, its not going to be true. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;I know I'm being all pessimistic and stuff so I'm sorry la. Thinking about this kinda things are making me sad so its making me write sad posts. XD. It might also have to do the fact that I'm listening to slow songs. hahaha. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I haven't done much&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt; interactive posts,&lt;/span&gt; I'm gonna try it this time. Tell me people, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;how are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;how has life been treating you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; You don't have to elaborate your answers if you don't wanna. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So just &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;drop me your answer in my cbox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and I'll know whether to keep doing that or to just do what I always do. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, that's all for now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh wait, guess what people?!?!?!? I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;passed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; my driving test yesterday!! someone go wooooo!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;woooooo!!! =D&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just have to wait for my P license to come and I can be an &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;official driver&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;don't hold your breath of seeing me drive or me driving you around cause I doubt my parents will ever trust my driving skills till at least the next 6-8 months. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;P/S : If you haven't noticed, I'm addicted to Boyce Avenue now. THEY ARE AWESOME I TELL YOU! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;You were the last person, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;I thought I would ever fall for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;I can't stand the things you do sometimes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;But its cause of that, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;that I  fall even harder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Listening to : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Boyce Avenue- On my way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9070430116888649435-5137674992713997435?l=ineradicablememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/feeds/5137674992713997435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/05/crash-into-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/5137674992713997435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/5137674992713997435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/05/crash-into-me.html' title='Crash Into Me'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070430116888649435.post-8896173869030692519</id><published>2010-05-01T15:18:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T00:01:12.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The stars will remain</title><content type='html'>Sorry I haven't been updating my blog recently, I've been superly uberly busy. Assignments after assignments after assignments. Yeah, you know how &lt;s&gt;college&lt;/s&gt; life is.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Time really flies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; I can't believe that its already May and I only have like 2 more months before the semester ends and my 2nd sem and 3rd sem friends are graduating in June and off to uni! ='( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOOO!!! Now that all the 1st sem student have started to get use to college life, its actually quite hard to know who's in what sem which is a good thing. There isn't like this class system where the 2nd or 3rd sem students thinking they're greater than us or anything like that. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;Everyone's so integrated. That's one reason I &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; my course. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I was thinking about some stuff a couple of days back and I realized that I have an &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;awesome group of friends in college.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Therefore, I will dedicate this post to them. If you're not mentioned don't be jealous, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;I still love you just as much&lt;/span&gt;. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;And I'm not like putting you guys in any order so don't get angry k! =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;First up on the list is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Sio Leng Hue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; MY GOSH HOW TO DESCRIBE THIS GIRL!! XD Hmmm. Well, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/S9xIR8G6w2I/AAAAAAAAAIk/ayqO7UuLwSo/s320/IMG_1554.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;She's such a positive person, that you feel guilty being &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; around her. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;She's such a cute girl! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;An awesome photographer and photo editer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Her blurness is sometimes funny. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;She's a great listening ear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;There's so much more about her that I could say, but I should stop there. Later, the others might get jealous. Nah, just joking. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next up on the list is,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Natasha Falina. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/S9xISYo2tFI/AAAAAAAAAIs/XYAyP3hbMmk/s320/IMG_1591.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; tall sexay girl. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Very random sometimes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The simple things she says are sometimes so funny that you just can't stop laughing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A straight-forward person. Its a good thing because honesty is sometimes quite refreshing. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;An all out music fanatic. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next is, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Evelyn Quek Hui Jiun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/S9xIToPbA3I/AAAAAAAAAI8/miS1nFBQze0/s320/IMG_1652.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A sweet sweet girl. She's so sweet, she just might give you diabetes. XD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Values friendship a whole lot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A pretty, good-sense of style gal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;And she's smart too. 8-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;An avid cam-whorer, that I sometimes like to barge in on. =P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not forgetting &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Adrianna Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/S9xIS_FoKeI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Z5ZcLzdVxM0/s320/IMG_1641.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;She's laughs at how I sometimes smile at her, which makes me feel like laughing too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Simple but yet stylish kinda girl. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Sociable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The most patient person I've known thus far. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now on to the &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up is, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Victor Tan Shea Khai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/S9xLaWM6yNI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ZzzCzh2eseM/s320/DSC02090.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Victor's the one on the right, with the braces and specs. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;He puts up with my crazy, moody, random self. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;He's honest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;He gets ulcers AFTER he removes his braces. weird fella. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Enjoys taking Leng Hue's camera to take really non-sense pictures &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A great listening ear and friend in general&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Oh, and he's a lefty and my lunch buddy. hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Last but not least, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;"Fish" Wong Minzhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/S9xIUGWYh6I/AAAAAAAAAJE/2BPxVAg_v4Y/s320/DSC02083.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;His name isn't Fish, but its still fun calling him that. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Goes all high when he has too much sugar but never seems to crash. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Is wayyy too thin. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Fun to hang out with, and make fun off. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A fun person to talk to cause he'll not only listen but tell you his stories too. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;My other lunch buddy. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And thus people, these are the awesome people I surround myself with every weekday. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;Adrianna and Fish are graduating this June&lt;/span&gt;. =( So I'm pretty bummed out bout that. Awwww. I'm really gonna miss them. Just when I've made &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;really awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; friends, I'm gonna lose them soon. =( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;I hope I'll stay friends with them though. =). So I'm gonna wish them all the best with Uni! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Break a leg people. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;Not literally cause I know that Fish is capable of doing that unintentionally. XD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;I heart YOU PEOPLE! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;P/S : I'm gonna be busy these couple of weeks so I might not be able to update my blog as much as I would like, so wait for me yeah. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;My driving exam's on Monday! eeeikkk.. =S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. The musical,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A Night On Broadway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; performed and organized by the Pre-University lecturers and students was AWESOME!!! There were one or two songs I didn't personally like but that was overshadowed by the ones that I DID like. *applause* Great job to all those who were involved. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Listening to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Boyce Avenue- Find Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Hairspray - You Can't Stop the Beat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9070430116888649435-8896173869030692519?l=ineradicablememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/feeds/8896173869030692519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/05/stars-will-remain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/8896173869030692519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/8896173869030692519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/05/stars-will-remain.html' title='The stars will remain'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/S9xIR8G6w2I/AAAAAAAAAIk/ayqO7UuLwSo/s72-c/IMG_1554.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070430116888649435.post-8848410338798937622</id><published>2010-04-25T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T22:10:12.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy lazy lazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;I need to start doing my work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt; I have 2 major assignments to hand in this week and 1 test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;And I'm still doing nothing. X_X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;I guess I'm just not use to having so few holidays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because of my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;driving lessons&lt;/span&gt;, my weekends are filled. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today, I went to register for my driving exam, not knowing that I was actually suppose to do my QTI, which is a test before the exam. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Key word, &lt;u&gt;suppose &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; So lame wei!! I went there, waited for 2 hours, put my thumb print into the computer, went to sit down, waited 30 mins just to thumb print out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;I didn't even sit for the test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I actually mentally prepared for it. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kinda worried now cause I was hoping to use the test as a guide. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;I just hope that I don't fail my exam next week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Wish me luck people. =S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;I need to do my work!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;But I just don't have the mood. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9070430116888649435-8848410338798937622?l=ineradicablememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/feeds/8848410338798937622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/04/lazy-lazy-lazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/8848410338798937622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/8848410338798937622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/04/lazy-lazy-lazy.html' title='Lazy lazy lazy'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070430116888649435.post-3523279851599194273</id><published>2010-04-22T22:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T23:12:16.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a first for everything.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think this is the first time I'm preparing so early for a &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;prom.&lt;/span&gt; Even when I was an organizer for RC Prom Night in 2008, I don't think I've started thinking about what I &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;want to wear&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;how my hair's gonna be&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;all those things&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Prom is like a &lt;em&gt;little less&lt;/em&gt; than &lt;strong&gt;2 months&lt;/strong&gt; away and I'm already thinking about it. XD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;FLOP FLOP! XD. Sorry I was being very random there.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So anyways, going back to the topic, since its almost 2 months away. I'm &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;trying&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to get into shape for prom. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;key word, TRYING&lt;/span&gt;. XD. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Natasha&lt;/span&gt; lent me her &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Seventeen magazine&lt;/span&gt; on like prom dresses and tips on how to get into shape and prep for prom. I'm finding it very informative. hahaha. =D. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Evelyn, Leng Hue and I&lt;/span&gt; are planning to go &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;dress shopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; together sometime soon I guess. So, I'm half looking forward cause &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I'll get my friends' opinions and it would be fun.=D.&lt;/span&gt; and half &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; looking forward to it cause &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I hate when I fnd really nice dresses but can't fit into them which makes me feel &lt;s&gt;insecure&lt;/s&gt;. So yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I guess that's what I pretty much wanted to blog about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Haven't really had the mood or stuff to blog about so forgive me if I don't update it as often as I normally do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P/S : never ask questions for which you're not prepared for the answer.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I can't never seem to go to bed before &lt;em&gt;11.30&lt;/em&gt; no matter how tired I am.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And I'm getting more forgetful these day. I opened Google, changed the tab to facebook then went back to Google and totally forgot what I wanted to search for. =_='. Those are very frustrating moments. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9070430116888649435-3523279851599194273?l=ineradicablememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/feeds/3523279851599194273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/04/theres-first-for-everything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/3523279851599194273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/3523279851599194273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/04/theres-first-for-everything.html' title='There&apos;s a first for everything.'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070430116888649435.post-6668312711930215427</id><published>2010-04-20T09:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T21:38:30.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'> Insecurity </title><content type='html'>Crap la!!! I'm feeling so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;super fat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; right now. I can't sit down without feeling the fats spill out. isshhh!!&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Today must go home and do some sit-ups. XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;And my parents weren't making anything better. =_='. I was sitting in the living room using the laptop yesterday and my dad was like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Ayoo.. Look at her arm. Its so big."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;LIKE HELLO!!!! I'm right there you know. I can hear what you're saying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I just don't get my parents sometimes (my dad in particular). When I wear &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;tight clothes&lt;/span&gt; (his definition of girly clothes), he says I look &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;bulky &lt;/span&gt;(in other words, fat) then when I wear l&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;oose clothes&lt;/span&gt; (his definition of guys clothes), he says I look like so &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;sloppy and guyish&lt;/span&gt;. =_='.&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; There's never pleasing him is there.&lt;/span&gt; Haih.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Whatever laa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should really start consistenly exercising la. Yes I know its my fault that I'm feeling fat. but you can't blame me for not wanting to do anything after a long tiring day can you?? No, no you cant. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I guess I just wanted to blog about that. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Oh yeah, people. Sorry if I seem moody these past few days. I haven't been getting enough sleep. So here is an equation to describ me.  Insufficient sleep + Hungry = easily irritable and/or moody. So just put up with me okay people. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I've changed my blog skin, as you can see, so gimme your comments on it yea. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;P/S : Guys are so obssessed about having girls who are hot, sexy, etc. doesn't make things better for people who feel like me. Do guys EVER just see beyond that anymore? =( . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9070430116888649435-6668312711930215427?l=ineradicablememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/feeds/6668312711930215427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/04/insecurity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/6668312711930215427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/6668312711930215427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/04/insecurity.html' title='&lt;s&gt; Insecurity &lt;/s&gt;'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070430116888649435.post-6341579762199128824</id><published>2010-04-19T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T22:24:22.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1000 viewss. =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/49001418@N07/4534292439/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2755/4534292439_af94e64724_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" margin-top: 0px;font-size:0.9em;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/49001418@N07/4534292439/"&gt;Leng Hue &amp;amp; I&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/49001418@N07/"&gt;elaina24&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yay! I've reached&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;1000 views&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;!! =D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Thank you people for all your views&lt;/span&gt;.. =) Honestly, I'm relieved cause at least I know that people are actually reading my blog. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Thank you so much for reading my blog and giving me your comments people!! I've appreciated all your comments!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care you awesome people.. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Pssst: &lt;/span&gt;Thank you &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Leng Hue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; for sharing with me how you edit &lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;your so awesome pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;! =). &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;LOVE YOU GIRL!! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9070430116888649435-6341579762199128824?l=ineradicablememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/feeds/6341579762199128824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/04/leng-hue-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/6341579762199128824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/6341579762199128824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/04/leng-hue-i.html' title='1000 viewss. =D'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2755/4534292439_af94e64724_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070430116888649435.post-3053587733851496939</id><published>2010-04-14T23:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T00:01:06.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I ran out of ideas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You picked at it,&lt;br /&gt;Had your fun with it,&lt;br /&gt;And just left it there,&lt;br /&gt;To pick up the pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you come back,&lt;br /&gt;and try to start it all over again.&lt;br /&gt;This time, its not gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the title suggests, I have run out of ideas of what to blog about and that I'm having fun with the strikethrough. It makes is so fun like I wrote that as an idea and decided to scrape it. XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So nothing worth blogging about happened so far this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, we did plan a surprise birthday celebration for Adrianna Jane on her birthday yesterday. Funniest moment of that day was while getting ready to surprise her, Leng Hue suddenly said "Hey, did anyone see her today?". Hui Jiun, Natasha, Leng Hue and I looked at each other with the same "oh crap!!" expression. And thank God for phones la. We asked Nat to buat some excuse to know whether she's coming to class or not. And the surprise turned out awesome! Adrianna was really, genuinely surprised till she was practically speechless. =). Awww. &lt;3!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah that was pretty much about the most interesting thing that happen in my week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. I did go play pool with the guys on Monday and came to the conclusion that pool is NOT my thing. There were a couple of times where my ball jumped unintentionally and once where the ball actually flew off the table. XD. I couldn't even break the balls. Kept missing the cue ball. Embarrassing sial. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, that's pretty much my week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;P/S : Helping a friend who really needs help is self-satisfactory people. Go help people in need. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9070430116888649435-3053587733851496939?l=ineradicablememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/feeds/3053587733851496939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-ran-out-of-ideas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/3053587733851496939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/3053587733851496939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-ran-out-of-ideas.html' title='&lt;s&gt;I ran out of ideas&lt;/s&gt;'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070430116888649435.post-8735449812353797067</id><published>2010-04-10T22:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T23:26:49.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Let Me Know </title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't get it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It wasn't a big deal. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I should be the one hurt, not you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so &lt;s&gt;irritated&lt;/s&gt; by how you're acting. At different points of our friendship you talked to me everyday and our conversations seemed almost endless. Now, its been like 2 weeks since it happened and you're not even saying hi. Shouldn't I be the cold one instead of you since I was the one who should feel hurt? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;When I try to initiate conversation, you don't seem like you want to carry on the conversation. It might be just the way you are. But I don't get how sometimes we have so much to talk about and at times we having nothing. Its like we're drifting away and back to each other so often I can't tell what to feel. So just make up your mind of whether you want to stay in it or not and let me know cause I hate the feeling of not knowing whether you'll stick around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The situation is so fragile, I feel like I'm walking on &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;melting ice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Its like everytime we get close, I have to make sure I don't do anything to drive you away. Quite frankly I'm fed up of trying. &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/9070430116888649435-8735449812353797067?l=ineradicablememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/feeds/8735449812353797067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/8735449812353797067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/8735449812353797067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title='&lt;s&gt;Just Let Me Know &lt;/s&gt;'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070430116888649435.post-7850244038870991218</id><published>2010-04-08T14:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T15:18:25.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I Thought It was Over.</title><content type='html'>I thought the whole SPM thing was over but I guess it isn't. I'm having &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;OSSLT &lt;/span&gt;tomorrow. What is&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; OSSLT&lt;/span&gt; you might ask? Its an abbreviation for &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Ontario Secondary School Literary Test&lt;/span&gt;. Apparently its a grade 9 level and being in college means I'm grade 12. So it should be a piece of cake so why should I worry? Yeah, well here's the thing, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;if you don't pass, you can't graduate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;shitty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt; sucky right? So being the girl I am, I'm panicking. erggghhh. I hate this stupid feeling. Screw it man. ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         On a totally different topic, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I had the most guy-ish conversation &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;EVER&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!! I went to eat lunch with&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt; Fish (Min Zhi), Chip (Victor) and Said (Syed).&lt;/span&gt; We went to eat at &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;MED&lt;/span&gt; near college and I have no idea how, but we went to the topic of &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;gaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Receiving the knowledge from my brother since I was small, I was able to actively participate in the conversation. XD. Ignore how formal I sound now. Practicing for &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;OSSLT&lt;/span&gt;. =P. So anyways, we continued talking about &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;guy stuff pretty much throughout lunch&lt;/span&gt;. Not making me feel like a guy enough, they were like &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"eh damn nice to talk to you la. If we talk to girls, they'll be like HUH?!?! but when we talk to you, you actually know what you're talking about"&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;"eh, one day we should take you go gaming la. You and us 3 guys."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well that's the&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; good&lt;/span&gt; part and the &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt; part of being like this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; Good,&lt;/span&gt; its easy to get along with guys and I like seeing their suprised reaction when I actually join in and know what they're talking about. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Bad&lt;/span&gt;, cause I'm a &lt;u&gt;GIRL&lt;/u&gt;! and its making things very hard for me to find a boyfriend when they see you as another of their guy friends. =_='.  &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Well, at least I don't feel left out in conversations&lt;/span&gt;. XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P/S : I'm feeling so sleepy. I promised myself I won't take an afternoon nap so I'll be superly tired so I sleep and be "refreshed" for the OSSLT exam 2moro. But I don't think I can make it. X_X. I'm so screwed.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9070430116888649435-7850244038870991218?l=ineradicablememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/feeds/7850244038870991218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/04/and-i-thought-it-was-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/7850244038870991218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/7850244038870991218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/04/and-i-thought-it-was-over.html' title='And I Thought It was Over.'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070430116888649435.post-1174732611596879618</id><published>2010-04-05T09:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T14:45:18.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Awesome Malacca Trip.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;     &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;I had one of the most awesomely freaking awesome times in Malacca last weekend with my CPU classmates and course mates. SOO FREAKING AWESOME MAN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;bitch&lt;/s&gt; almost spoilt my day before it even began. =_='. Anyways, when we checked into our apartment, the apartment was cleaned yet and like it was really disgusting. So we dumped our bags on the sofa, changed and went for lunch. After lunch we walked to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;A Famosa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, just for you info, we stayed in the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Makhota Hotel&lt;/span&gt; which is really far from town. It was some where near the beach so yeah Google Map it if you really wanna know. XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as we walked out, it started drizzling. =_=. We pushed on and walked all the way to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Mahkota Parade&lt;/span&gt; in the rain, and walked through&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Makhota Parade&lt;/span&gt; and stopped at the fountain that has a story as you go around it.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Took some pictures there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and continued to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;A Famosa&lt;/span&gt; where the rain started to drizzle a little harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Took some pictures&lt;/span&gt; at the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Fort &lt;/span&gt;then went up and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;took some more there&lt;/span&gt;. And there the&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;bitch&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/s&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALMOST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; spoilt my mood &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;! After that came down and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;took some pictures again&lt;/span&gt; and realized a little too late that the everyone was taking a group picture. =( .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we walked to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Tortura 2 exhibition&lt;/span&gt;. The exhibition is about the torture instruments used in the medieval times. There were some quite gruesome things man. erghh. But very informative. We even asked each other, if we could and had to choose to the instruments that we're gonna be tortured with, which would we choose. =P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Hui Jiun, Leng Hue, Natasha and I &lt;/span&gt;took the trishaw to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Christ Church Melaka&lt;/span&gt; so we could walk to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Jonker Street&lt;/span&gt; and when we reached there, the whole group was there and thus &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;more pictures were taken&lt;/span&gt;. =P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We followed them to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Menara Taming Seri &lt;/span&gt;after we made a pit stop a stall to wait for Adrianna to buy new slippers (what happened was she was crossing the road then suddenly her slipper snapped, so she walked barefooted until we found a shop selling slippers). By the time we went to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Menara&lt;/span&gt; thingy, the rest already sat for it and came down. So the 6 of us went on our own. It was an awesome view from the top. Honestly, it was slightly scary at first (due to my traumatic experience from the Space Shot in Genting. =S) The rest waited for us till we were done and some of them decided to go back to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;hotel&lt;/span&gt; or to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Makhota Parade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We awesome foursome decided to kill our legs by walking back to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Jonker Street.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;or something like that. We backtracked so much I forgot which time was when. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    On the way there, we stopped by&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; "The Ship"&lt;/span&gt; where we &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;took some more pictures&lt;/span&gt;. Hehehe. Walked around the ship, making jokes, taking pictures then went on to the pier and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;took some more pictures&lt;/span&gt; there and walked to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Jonker Street &lt;/span&gt;after. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Jonker Street&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;suppperly crowded&lt;/span&gt;. But I managed to get some awesome stuff. =D. We ate our dinner at the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Famosa Chicken Rice Ball Restaurant&lt;/span&gt;. Walked some more till about 10.30? and by that time our legs were literally screaming for mercy. Whenever possible, we sat on anything we could sit on. So as I've said before, our hotel is really far from town and &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;we couldn't even bare contemplating whether to walk back to our hotels&lt;/span&gt; so what did we do? we took the trishaw. =P. Not bad for RM10 per person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He (the trishaw man) took us all the way from &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Jonker Street&lt;/span&gt; to our hotel, in style. As we were going back to the hotel, there were fireworks (for some event that was happening). A very awesome view. It wasn't those usual fireworks, these were really &lt;strong&gt;BIG &lt;/strong&gt;ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    When we reach the hotel, and were walking back to our &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;apartment&lt;/span&gt; (which was like at right at the end of the hotel) &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Hui Jiun &amp;amp; Nat&lt;/span&gt; were the first to go all &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;bezerk and hyper&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. They were running and jumping in the hallways and laughing away. The next to join them was &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Leng Hue&lt;/span&gt; before I got sucked into it too. XD. After our baths, we just hung around the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;apartment&lt;/span&gt; talking on our handphones to various people while &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Leng Hue&lt;/span&gt; fell alseep on the sofa. XD. I promised her I won't post the picture. But trust me its funny. =P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to return my friend's PSP to him so we all went down to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;lobby&lt;/span&gt; and hung around there until we all agreed that we were &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;hungry&lt;/span&gt; and wanted a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Maggi Cup&lt;/span&gt;. So we went to a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;club near our hotel&lt;/span&gt; where they had some food and bought it there. Saw some really drunk people doing really funny stuff. Anyways, took our Maggi back to the&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; lobby&lt;/span&gt; to eat and sat there just hanging around with &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Syed and Farid&lt;/span&gt;. After that we went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Started our day with breakfast and went back to the apartment to hang around and pack. After packing, we took some chairs and hung out at the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;balcony&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;It was just awesome.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Awesome doesn't even cover it.&lt;/span&gt; The view was &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;breathtaking&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;the warm breeze&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;the awesome people I enjoyed it with&lt;/span&gt; made it so &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;indescribable&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hung out there till it was time to go and that was pretty much the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;All in all, a very awesome trip!!! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would definitely wanna go there again and are planning to go some where during the June holidays. Can't wait for that trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. I have to go already. Have to study for a Data quiz I have after this. =S. I actually dunno why I'm still blogging when I have to study. XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;*EDIT : The quiz was relatively hard. X_X. I hope I don't score badly.* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Anyways, take care people!! C ya around. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&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/9070430116888649435-1174732611596879618?l=ineradicablememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/feeds/1174732611596879618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/04/awesome-malacca-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/1174732611596879618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/1174732611596879618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/04/awesome-malacca-trip.html' title='The Awesome Malacca Trip.'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070430116888649435.post-6031984528449927752</id><published>2010-04-01T09:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T10:08:57.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know! =(</title><content type='html'>My conscience ain't doing me any good. =(. So while I was sitting down to eat my breakfast, I saw this relatively old uncle (about 50's maybe?) carrying like almost 8 bags of lab coats for our college out of the car and onto the walkway. I wanted to help him but I was eating already, so tak akan just leave my food and help him, so I decided to help him after I finished. So I just watched him transfer everything out of the car onto the sidewalk. He had to make like 4-5 trips. While I was eating, he transferred the other bags near the stairs. I really meant to help the uncle after I threw away my plastic and stuff, but by the time I was getting there, he was already going up the stairs with 2 &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;heavy&lt;/span&gt; bags of lab coats. And when I left, he was on the second floor stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I know I was supposed to help an old uncle but but I was scared to ask. I know that's not an excuse but those who know me, I don't exactly like asking strangers whether they need help. I know I should change that. The next time I see an uncle like that (excluding certain situations) I will help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling superly guilty now. I'm SORRY OLD-UNCLE-CARRYING-HEAVY-LOADS-OF-LAB-COATS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm. I wonder why my college is so cruel to not send the uncle help when he's already so old and already doing the lab coats for them. Fine, I admit I'm partly guilty in that also but I'll help next time. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9070430116888649435-6031984528449927752?l=ineradicablememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/feeds/6031984528449927752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/6031984528449927752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/6031984528449927752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-know.html' title='I know! =('/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070430116888649435.post-5302832148570248032</id><published>2010-03-31T09:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T15:39:04.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMGG!!!!</title><content type='html'>I might sound like some nerd now but OMG!!!!!!!!!!! I got like 68 for my Individuals presentation. NOT GOOD!! NOT GOOD AT ALL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first got it I was like O_O! I'm so screwed. If you remember me blogging about how well I thought it went, yeah well apparently it didn't go very well. Ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My partner was definitely pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had like a 96 on parent-teacher day which was before the presentations begun and in my mid-term marks, I got like 84!! a 12 mark drop!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell you the truth, I was suprised at first but when I started reading his (my lecturer) comments, it kinda made sense. Now actually I don't mind. Suprisingly its not affecting me as much as I thought it would. Hmmm. Maybe its also cause I'm sick and possibly the college freaking cold air-con that's driving me to forget the marks. This might be good. Don't wanna let things like that bring me down. Learn from it and be better next time; like my mum always says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, yeah just wanted to blog about that. I might edit this later on when I have nothing to do. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;P/S : I just remembered that I have a major test tomorrow. Its like weighted three means it carries alot of marks. X_X. Its like 3 thick chapters long. And when you're sick, you definitely don't have the mood to study and most "wonderful" news of all, my "mak cik" (not my aunt and its definitely not a person) came today. Even less mood to study. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9070430116888649435-5302832148570248032?l=ineradicablememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/feeds/5302832148570248032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/03/omgg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/5302832148570248032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/5302832148570248032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/03/omgg.html' title='OMGG!!!!'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070430116888649435.post-3919006408516456019</id><published>2010-03-30T12:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T12:56:21.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Online Shopping!!</title><content type='html'>Okay so for those of you who like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;online shopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, here's a website for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ultimatedrobe.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.ultimatedrobe.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It belongs to my &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;brother's girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; so I'll &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;guarantee&lt;/span&gt; you that its legit. =). Let me know if you're interested or you can go straight to her if you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dresses there look really nice and I would buy them if only they came in my size. XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So have fun!! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9070430116888649435-3919006408516456019?l=ineradicablememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/feeds/3919006408516456019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/03/online-shopping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/3919006408516456019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/3919006408516456019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/03/online-shopping.html' title='Online Shopping!!'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070430116888649435.post-1166329683445911604</id><published>2010-03-29T22:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T23:26:47.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;How do you put a title to these kinda things?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how some friends only look for you at their convenience? I've had enough with it. In this past week, I've had 3 friends who out of the blue messaged me and just like that, they disappeared. I take my friendships seriously. And there was once my friend and family asked me why I was still friends with a friend eventhough she treats me like shit. I can only say one thing; I value my friendship with someone. No matter how badly they treat me, up until a point. Aren't I allowed to run out of patience?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want everyone to stop thinking that you can talk to me when you WANT to and ignore me when you feel like it. I have feelings too you know!! When I message you or try to talk to you, you don't even reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done trying. If you want me in your life, let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9070430116888649435-1166329683445911604?l=ineradicablememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/feeds/1166329683445911604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/03/how-do-you-put-title-to-these-kinda.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/1166329683445911604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/1166329683445911604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/03/how-do-you-put-title-to-these-kinda.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070430116888649435.post-1461011024212348161</id><published>2010-03-29T13:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T14:28:48.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day at The New Builiding.</title><content type='html'>It is not very awesome. &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;The ceiling looks like its carrying something so heavy that is puffs out and curves&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;hmmmm. How do I better describe that? The abestos sheets on the ceiling look like puffy waves&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The computer lab is quite tiny.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;There are roughly 32 computers available for students to use. The classrooms aren't very big.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; of us have a class on each floor,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;meaning we have to climb the stairs/go down the stairs for each period&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;There is no cafeteria, (I have no idea where the library is) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and thus no place to hang out&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;While my friends are having class&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I don't know what to do&lt;/span&gt;. =S. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;And I really hope the bus driver remembers to stop here to pick some of us up&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;or kantoi only, run like sakai trying to catch the bus. =S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the &lt;strong&gt;upside&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;we have our own building&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Lifts&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; A vending machine&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Windows&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(we didn't have windows in the old building).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;And toilets that are called relief points&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; hahahaha. I still find that interesting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so that's pretty much how everything is here in the ex-TBS building. Its called the Canadian Pre-University building now but let's just stick to TBS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P/S : My clothes smell like Subway (I ate breakfast in Subway with Leng Hue today) and the smell is stuck to my jacket. =_='. And as I was typing this, it smelt like someone farted. =S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9070430116888649435-1461011024212348161?l=ineradicablememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/feeds/1461011024212348161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/03/first-day-at-new-builiding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/1461011024212348161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/1461011024212348161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/03/first-day-at-new-builiding.html' title='First Day at The New Builiding.'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070430116888649435.post-3548273208994717708</id><published>2010-03-26T23:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T22:59:04.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Awesome Couple of Days.</title><content type='html'>So I'll give you a breakdown of what interesting things happened to me this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; - I went out with&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Evelyn Quek Hui Jiun&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Sio Leng Hue&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Adrianna Jane&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Victor Tan&lt;/span&gt;. Unfortunately, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Natasha Falina&lt;/span&gt; was sick with the rashes. =S. So the day started of with all of us being late except &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Victor&lt;/span&gt;. XD. Haha. I met up with him to go get presents for &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Leng Hue&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Evelyn, I mean Hui Jiun&lt;/span&gt;. We got a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;stuff toy dog&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Leng Hue&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;a phone keychain and necklace&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Hui Jiun&lt;/span&gt;. After running almost everywhere to get their presents, we went to get cupcakes from &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Cup Cake Chic&lt;/span&gt; as birthday cakes. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Victor&lt;/span&gt; and I lied to &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Leng Hue&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Hui Jiun&lt;/span&gt; that we both were going to be late, and they actually believed us. Haha. After I finished speaking to &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Leng Hue&lt;/span&gt;, not to long after that &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Hui Jiun&lt;/span&gt; called &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Victor&lt;/span&gt;. I was on the verge of laughter and both &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Victor&lt;/span&gt; and I felt like convicts running from the police. =P. So we got everything done, met up at McD's then went to &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Pizza Hut&lt;/span&gt; for makan. We surprised both of them with the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;presents and cup cakes&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;well, technically only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; Leng Hue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; was surprised cause&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Hui Jiun&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;already suspected and according to her, she can't be surprised. haha. We'll see!! XD)&lt;/span&gt; After that, we had a little photo session and proceeded to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Skating Rink&lt;/span&gt; where we met &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Adrianna Jane.&lt;/span&gt; =). Awesome skating session!! Everyone skated like a pro making me feel like some noob who doesn't wanna stray to far from the side. =_='. So anyways, after that we went back to the counters there and kinda hung around at the sofa's and well, camwhored some more. hehehehe. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Leng Hue&lt;/span&gt; and her new DSLR camera snapping away our little session. ;) (&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Awesome shots by the way. =D&lt;/span&gt;). That was pretty much the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; - Hung out with &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Kat &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Justin&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Berjaya Times Square&lt;/span&gt;. Where epic moment of the week had taken place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Kat : Errr. Where is Times Square?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Lady : You are in Times Square.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Kat : Oh. And where's the Times Square thing *fingers going round and round in the air*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Me and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Lady&lt;/span&gt; : Theme park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Kat : Ahh yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Lady : Oh. Its on the fifth floor near McDs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Kat : Okay. Thank you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. We went to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Cosmo Theme Park &lt;/span&gt;and being crazy enough to follow&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; Kat&lt;/span&gt;, she led us to one of the scariest rides. The one that does the whole rocking boat thing and does the whole 360 turn (&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;if you get what I mean. I don't know what you call those kinda rides&lt;/span&gt;). Then next was the thingy that goes round and round really fast. It was sorta scary at first then it ended up being really fun. Went on to bumper cars, arcade games, and this thingy that looks like some kiddy ride but turns out to be you going round and round so fast you're literally pushed to one side. (&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I pity Kat and Justin. Kat was being crushed by Justin and Justin was practically hanging on to the side railing for Kat's dear life. hahah. It was a funny sight to see.)&lt;/span&gt; Yeah well, that ride kinda spoilt it all for us. We came of the ride dizzy and neck aches. We couldn't ride the roller coaster or I think we would have all puked. So we went back to the bumper cars where we bumped &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Kat&lt;/span&gt; so much that she was practically like a test-dummy. XD. During that ride, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Justin&lt;/span&gt; somehow hit the steering wheel when someone had bumped him, and couldn't feel his lips after so we just hung around the empty food court and talked till we were like lets go eat la. We went to &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Wendy's&lt;/span&gt; to eat. Hung out there for a while then went for bowling. I scored a strike on my first bowl. Wooohoo! Go me! But still lost to&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; Kat&lt;/span&gt; cause during the last game, I got zero! ='( . But it was still a fun game. We headed back to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Monorail station&lt;/span&gt; and I was suppose to meet my sister and both of them wanted to go to &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Bukit Bintang&lt;/span&gt; to walk around so they took the monorail to &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Bukit Bintang&lt;/span&gt; whereas I took to&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Raja Chulan&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;A name that, besides Imbi, fascinates Kat. hahah&lt;/span&gt;) So there we split up. Met up with my sister and her boyfriend. Blah blah blah. Back at the apartment, my sister's boyfriend brought his X-box so I played it till it was time for bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;- Got up at like 10+ . Brushed my teeth, did some work and played Xbox till it was time to meet &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;my sister&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;dad &lt;/span&gt;for lunch. I got kinda lost a one point but kinda found my way back to the route my sister drew for me. Got lost in &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;KLCC&lt;/span&gt; itself then my sister found me, helped her and her colleague to carry a box to the other side of &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;KLCC &lt;/span&gt;then waited for her there to meet up with my dad. After meeting up, we went to eat &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Duck King&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;DucKing&lt;/span&gt;. (&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I'm not sure how you're suppose to spell it&lt;/span&gt;) Anyways, the duck there is not bad. Very pricy but quality wise, not bad. Decided to lepak in &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;KLCC's Kino&lt;/span&gt; while waiting for my dad to finish work and follow him back, so walked there with my sister and yeah pretty much spent almost 2 hours there. I read about 50 pages of the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Time Travellers Wife&lt;/span&gt; before my back was screaming for mercy. (&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;There wasn't a proper place to sit, so I sat on the floor leaning against a shelve&lt;/span&gt;) Thinking back about the day, I kinda miss &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;my sister&lt;/span&gt;. ='( . Yes, I know she comes back every weekend but still. Followed my dad back home. blah blah blah. Went out to change my specs (well the frame is still the same only the lenses are different so you can't see much difference). Dinner after and here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was pretty much my awesome couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeekkkkk. Some insect just flew right at me while I was typing the last sentence. I think its like some gold beetle or something. I tried throwing pens at it but it didn't move. ergghhh. grossness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;P/S : My awesome couple of days was spoilt but a very NOT awesome driving lesson. How am I gonna pass my test at the rate I'm going? =_=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9070430116888649435-3548273208994717708?l=ineradicablememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/feeds/3548273208994717708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/03/awesome-couple-of-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/3548273208994717708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/3548273208994717708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/03/awesome-couple-of-days.html' title='An Awesome Couple of Days.'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070430116888649435.post-801654049008146246</id><published>2010-03-22T05:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T05:20:14.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anywhere but here.</title><content type='html'>Wants to be anywhere but here,&lt;br /&gt;Feel anything but this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just too tired to react,&lt;br /&gt;to something that tore me from the inside out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just doesn't know it,&lt;br /&gt;How much it hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might mean more to him than it,&lt;br /&gt;But it is it that I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will this ever end,&lt;br /&gt;The hurting and unknowing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9070430116888649435-801654049008146246?l=ineradicablememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/feeds/801654049008146246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/03/anywhere-but-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/801654049008146246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/801654049008146246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/03/anywhere-but-here.html' title='Anywhere but here.'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070430116888649435.post-1203227413463992398</id><published>2010-03-22T00:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T00:55:07.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something To Laugh About.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/S6ZNnGcNEGI/AAAAAAAAAH0/f9ctMndUgWg/s1600-h/tumblr_kyrr09zVGx1qayc5yo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 420px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/S6ZNnGcNEGI/AAAAAAAAAH0/f9ctMndUgWg/s320/tumblr_kyrr09zVGx1qayc5yo1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451129733117710434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this on a website called Happy Things Tumblelog. Click &lt;a href="http://happythings.tumblr.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. They have some other really cool stuff there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually found the blog on Jessica's blog. She has some awesome sites to visit for all you blog lovers. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9070430116888649435-1203227413463992398?l=ineradicablememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/feeds/1203227413463992398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/03/something-to-laugh-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/1203227413463992398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/1203227413463992398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/03/something-to-laugh-about.html' title='Something To Laugh About.'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/S6ZNnGcNEGI/AAAAAAAAAH0/f9ctMndUgWg/s72-c/tumblr_kyrr09zVGx1qayc5yo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070430116888649435.post-577610110789878864</id><published>2010-03-20T17:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T17:35:43.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Not-So-Awesome First Lesson.</title><content type='html'>I came back from my first driving lesson like 2 hours ago but I went out soon after I came home so I didn't have enough time to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my driving lesson today was actually quite horrible. I mati engine like 8 times. =_='. Most of the time it was during the side parking thingy and maybe cause I was afraid to do a mistake while the fella's beside me. Tension sial. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, all I did was learn how to let go of the clutch while accelerating and breaking and all those type of things,  3 point turn (which I have to say, I pulled off smoothly. It was the only one I could do without really thinking of the steps), and side parking (which was sooo horrible. soo many steps for my nervous mind to take.XD) After awhile, the instructor was like, "okay la, you buat sendiri". So I did and supringsly I did so much better without him in the car. I didn't mati engine AT ALL!! =D. So when it was my last run, he signalled me to stop where he was standing and I did. As soon as he came into the car, I mati engine. XD. Weird right? So anyways after that we exchanged seats and he took me back. During one of my runs, my leg was practically screaming for mercy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can say at the end of your driving lessons, you never ever want to drive a manual car, you'll have muscles and your coordination (eye, leg, hand and brain) will be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, so that was what I pretty much did the whole day. Fun but tiring. Oh and today while I was eating with my parents, we saw this really little kitten. Its eyes were still closed so I'm gonna guess its about a week old. Awww. It kept meowing for its mum and after awhile it went to sleep and woke up and the cycle repeated. So heartbreaking. In the end, one of the shop keeper's daughter came out and gave it some milk but being so young, it didn't know how to lick so yeah. The kitten was practically bathing the milk. XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's pretty much about it. Have fun guys. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P/S : I just got a call from the driving school saying that class 2moro is canceled. Bittersweet moment. My legs need a rest but I'm in the flow of driving. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9070430116888649435-577610110789878864?l=ineradicablememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/feeds/577610110789878864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/03/not-so-awesome-first-lesson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/577610110789878864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/577610110789878864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/03/not-so-awesome-first-lesson.html' title='The Not-So-Awesome First Lesson.'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070430116888649435.post-6526351918741410197</id><published>2010-03-19T19:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T19:18:09.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its The Weekend.</title><content type='html'>Yay! Finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm starting of my weekend with a headache. Arrrgggh!! I guess its my body's way of telling me to get sufficient sleep. Yes, I know I should stop sleeping at 2 but assignments just won't let me do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this feeling of lack of sleep and nausea. Grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. Exciting news people!! I'm going to start my driving lesson tomorrow!! =D. Yes, I know its quite late, but I've been so busy with college and settling in that I didn't have time to go arrange for the lessons. And Kat just made me nervous by saying that she failed cause she didn't pau. But I guess her mistake (she went into the wrong lane in a roundabout) can only be ignored by pau-ing. So yeah. I'll see how it goes. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess that's all from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care peps! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HOLIDAYS ARE FINALLY HERE!!!! =D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9070430116888649435-6526351918741410197?l=ineradicablememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/feeds/6526351918741410197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/6526351918741410197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070430116888649435/posts/default/6526351918741410197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-weekend.html' title='Its The Weekend.'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070430116888649435.post-4343737973766375931</id><published>2010-03-18T14:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T15:10:26.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey people,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Guess what??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I won 2 movie tickets (of my choice) and a combo popcorn set thingy yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; WOOOOOO!! It was seriously my first time winning something this big. Okay so the story is, in order to raise funds for Prom and the Somalian Refugee Centre, the CPU Prom Committee organized this raffle ticket thing so Mr. Farshad came to English class to sell tickets and I bought 2 ju
