<?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-688897488077826595</id><updated>2011-10-05T22:16:18.070+08:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Ramblings'/><category term='Crap'/><title type='text'>Happy and Sad is Life's Sweet and Sour</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688897488077826595/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09688612659957701786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I0xgHksZ-Pw/SyzWVehg_XI/AAAAAAAAAF8/pZRBszedKfc/s1600-R/8333_163076461117_541296117_2733839_5487409_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688897488077826595.post-2599602697412458578</id><published>2011-09-11T13:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T13:49:54.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>C'mon.</title><content type='html'>I have got to stop feeling ugly and sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/688897488077826595-2599602697412458578?l=vapidvalentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/feeds/2599602697412458578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/2011/09/cmon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688897488077826595/posts/default/2599602697412458578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688897488077826595/posts/default/2599602697412458578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/2011/09/cmon.html' title='C&apos;mon.'/><author><name>Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09688612659957701786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I0xgHksZ-Pw/SyzWVehg_XI/AAAAAAAAAF8/pZRBszedKfc/s1600-R/8333_163076461117_541296117_2733839_5487409_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688897488077826595.post-2974494045628447959</id><published>2011-09-07T16:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T22:16:18.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>68 Days.</title><content type='html'>68 Days to SPM. Study progress:&lt;br /&gt;1.English = Don't need to study.&lt;br /&gt;2. BM = Haven't read form 4 &amp;amp; 5 novels.&lt;br /&gt;3. M3 = Don't need to study.&lt;br /&gt;4.+M3 = Chapter 2 form 4.&lt;br /&gt;5. Bio = Haven't started.&lt;br /&gt;6. Chem = Haven't started.&lt;br /&gt;7. Physics = Haven't started.&lt;br /&gt;8. Moral = Don't need to study.&lt;br /&gt;9. Sejarah = Chapter 2 form 4.&lt;br /&gt;10. Literature = Study after all other subjects are done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, Me = Die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! It's been 2 days since I last logged on Facebook. I'm so proud of myself :). This morning, I had a dream. In that dream, I logged onto Facebook. What happened next? I woke up. :l&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/688897488077826595-2974494045628447959?l=vapidvalentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/feeds/2974494045628447959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/2011/09/68-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688897488077826595/posts/default/2974494045628447959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688897488077826595/posts/default/2974494045628447959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/2011/09/68-days.html' title='68 Days.'/><author><name>Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09688612659957701786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I0xgHksZ-Pw/SyzWVehg_XI/AAAAAAAAAF8/pZRBszedKfc/s1600-R/8333_163076461117_541296117_2733839_5487409_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688897488077826595.post-612037030878264232</id><published>2011-09-04T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T19:23:10.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I know now...</title><content type='html'>All I missed and needed.. was just someone that I could talk to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/688897488077826595-612037030878264232?l=vapidvalentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/feeds/612037030878264232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-think-i-know-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688897488077826595/posts/default/612037030878264232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688897488077826595/posts/default/612037030878264232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-think-i-know-now.html' title='I think I know now...'/><author><name>Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09688612659957701786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I0xgHksZ-Pw/SyzWVehg_XI/AAAAAAAAAF8/pZRBszedKfc/s1600-R/8333_163076461117_541296117_2733839_5487409_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688897488077826595.post-6487221207313605652</id><published>2011-09-03T14:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T14:04:17.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is this?</title><content type='html'>Please tell me. Why do I feel so lonely? :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/688897488077826595-6487221207313605652?l=vapidvalentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/feeds/6487221207313605652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-is-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688897488077826595/posts/default/6487221207313605652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688897488077826595/posts/default/6487221207313605652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-is-this.html' title='What is this?'/><author><name>Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09688612659957701786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I0xgHksZ-Pw/SyzWVehg_XI/AAAAAAAAAF8/pZRBszedKfc/s1600-R/8333_163076461117_541296117_2733839_5487409_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688897488077826595.post-6930802060938093676</id><published>2011-09-01T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T00:37:47.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck this.</title><content type='html'>You've changed. You're no longer that magical girl I used to like. What happened? It hurts watching you change like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the others, I thought you people were my friend. Well, now I know who's fake and who isn't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/688897488077826595-6930802060938093676?l=vapidvalentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/feeds/6930802060938093676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/2011/09/fuck-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688897488077826595/posts/default/6930802060938093676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688897488077826595/posts/default/6930802060938093676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/2011/09/fuck-this.html' title='Fuck this.'/><author><name>Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09688612659957701786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I0xgHksZ-Pw/SyzWVehg_XI/AAAAAAAAAF8/pZRBszedKfc/s1600-R/8333_163076461117_541296117_2733839_5487409_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688897488077826595.post-5465462712682203768</id><published>2011-07-29T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T16:45:15.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all in my head.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ku1y2ybY1r1qzilpso1_400.jpg" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ku1y2ybY1r1qzilpso1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://i34.tinypic.com/e695wi.jpg" src="http://i34.tinypic.com/e695wi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/688897488077826595-5465462712682203768?l=vapidvalentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/feeds/5465462712682203768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/2011/07/its-all-in-my-head.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688897488077826595/posts/default/5465462712682203768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688897488077826595/posts/default/5465462712682203768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/2011/07/its-all-in-my-head.html' title='It&apos;s all in my head.'/><author><name>Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09688612659957701786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I0xgHksZ-Pw/SyzWVehg_XI/AAAAAAAAAF8/pZRBszedKfc/s1600-R/8333_163076461117_541296117_2733839_5487409_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i34.tinypic.com/e695wi_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688897488077826595.post-8805909596512330627</id><published>2011-07-17T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T17:35:25.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just want to feel that I'm important to someone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="http://9.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kwddrpRXEr1qaqeu4o1_500.png" src="http://9.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kwddrpRXEr1qaqeu4o1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P9VIH8Mn4tU/TMgqdE9IkxI/AAAAAAAAAlM/SNrPb9ZEcAA/s1600/tumblr_layaydGQLG1qctpbfo1_500.jpg" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P9VIH8Mn4tU/TMgqdE9IkxI/AAAAAAAAAlM/SNrPb9ZEcAA/s1600/tumblr_layaydGQLG1qctpbfo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://media34.onsugar.com/files/2011/07/27/5/404/4048786/ae3a21b4776039c1_tumblr_lnxzjcyWVb1qe48uro1_500.png" src="http://media34.onsugar.com/files/2011/07/27/5/404/4048786/ae3a21b4776039c1_tumblr_lnxzjcyWVb1qe48uro1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/688897488077826595-8805909596512330627?l=vapidvalentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/feeds/8805909596512330627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-just-want-to-feel-that-im-important.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688897488077826595/posts/default/8805909596512330627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688897488077826595/posts/default/8805909596512330627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-just-want-to-feel-that-im-important.html' title='I just want to feel that I&apos;m important to someone.'/><author><name>Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09688612659957701786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I0xgHksZ-Pw/SyzWVehg_XI/AAAAAAAAAF8/pZRBszedKfc/s1600-R/8333_163076461117_541296117_2733839_5487409_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P9VIH8Mn4tU/TMgqdE9IkxI/AAAAAAAAAlM/SNrPb9ZEcAA/s72-c/tumblr_layaydGQLG1qctpbfo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688897488077826595.post-5783963014150759223</id><published>2011-07-11T04:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T04:27:10.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A bomb after another.</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;Right after a hurricane of emotional ordeals, I'm faced with the news of being picked for PLKN. How nice, dropping another bomb after another. But I'm still trying my best to hang on and not explode. Let's just hope I'm able to deal with this bomb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/688897488077826595-5783963014150759223?l=vapidvalentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/feeds/5783963014150759223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/2011/07/bomb-after-another.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688897488077826595/posts/default/5783963014150759223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688897488077826595/posts/default/5783963014150759223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/2011/07/bomb-after-another.html' title='A bomb after another.'/><author><name>Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09688612659957701786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I0xgHksZ-Pw/SyzWVehg_XI/AAAAAAAAAF8/pZRBszedKfc/s1600-R/8333_163076461117_541296117_2733839_5487409_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688897488077826595.post-7592064342948270569</id><published>2011-07-03T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T21:32:51.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh.</title><content type='html'>How I wish you know what I want you to know and for things to happen like how I want it to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;But I know&lt;br /&gt;It can never be&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The way I want it to be&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/688897488077826595-7592064342948270569?l=vapidvalentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/feeds/7592064342948270569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/2011/07/ugh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688897488077826595/posts/default/7592064342948270569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688897488077826595/posts/default/7592064342948270569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/2011/07/ugh.html' title='Ugh.'/><author><name>Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09688612659957701786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I0xgHksZ-Pw/SyzWVehg_XI/AAAAAAAAAF8/pZRBszedKfc/s1600-R/8333_163076461117_541296117_2733839_5487409_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688897488077826595.post-1448879763917603504</id><published>2011-07-01T05:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T05:01:43.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Ugly Feeling</title><content type='html'>Have you ever felt forgotten? left out? lonely? Yes. That's exactly what I'm feeling every single time I open up my facebook account. Well that's just half of it. Another half is jealousy. Watching how other people can easily click with each other.. yeah. I'm seriously jealous. I hate this ugly feeling. It's making me feel all sad inside. Am I feeling lonely? I guess. *sigh* Maybe I should just deactivate my facebook. I don't know.... Well.. if this feeling keeps up. I might just have to really deactivate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/688897488077826595-1448879763917603504?l=vapidvalentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/feeds/1448879763917603504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/2011/07/that-ugly-feeling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688897488077826595/posts/default/1448879763917603504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688897488077826595/posts/default/1448879763917603504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/2011/07/that-ugly-feeling.html' title='That Ugly Feeling'/><author><name>Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09688612659957701786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I0xgHksZ-Pw/SyzWVehg_XI/AAAAAAAAAF8/pZRBszedKfc/s1600-R/8333_163076461117_541296117_2733839_5487409_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688897488077826595.post-8759684464273182570</id><published>2011-06-30T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T19:37:32.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Face</title><content type='html'>The new facelift of my blog indicates its very revival. Question is, why did I revive this blog? Simple. I needed some form of platform to express myself because seriously and honestly, I feel like a ticking time bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tick.. tick.. tick..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just simply waiting for the time when I finally go &lt;b&gt;BOOM.&lt;/b&gt; So yeah, I needed some sort of way to delay the inevitable. In other words, I need to calm myself down and reduce the stress on this mental nuclear bomb. The emotional pressure is just too much for me to contain it within myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/688897488077826595-8759684464273182570?l=vapidvalentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/feeds/8759684464273182570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/2011/06/new-face.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688897488077826595/posts/default/8759684464273182570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688897488077826595/posts/default/8759684464273182570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/2011/06/new-face.html' title='A New Face'/><author><name>Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09688612659957701786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I0xgHksZ-Pw/SyzWVehg_XI/AAAAAAAAAF8/pZRBszedKfc/s1600-R/8333_163076461117_541296117_2733839_5487409_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688897488077826595.post-5796111751716397226</id><published>2010-06-02T17:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T17:27:25.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh. Yipeee. Holidays. How fun. Notice the dots?</title><content type='html'>Ever had those random moments during a day where suddenly you just feel all emotional? Yeah that happens to me. Alot.&amp;nbsp;Well they used to occur at a certain time but recently, it's been getting worse. I dunno it might just be the holiday boredom getting to my head or.... I might be mentally ill with something called "Bipolar Disorder". Crap. Thats what happens when I watch too much 90210 xD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people, how're your holidays? Must be great fun right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine? Oh it's been superb. Well, if I told you that then I'm sorry but I lied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go out and have fun oh-so-very badly :(. Sadly, two problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Nobody wanna bring me out or go out with me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Running low on cash.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And now you know why I updated my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm just that damn bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if &lt;b&gt;you're&lt;/b&gt; reading this.. though I doubt you would even check my posts.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I know I'm freaking you out.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just bad at socializing and am such a geeky nerd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/688897488077826595-5796111751716397226?l=vapidvalentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/feeds/5796111751716397226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/2010/06/oh-yipeee-holidays-how-fun-notice-dots.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688897488077826595/posts/default/5796111751716397226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688897488077826595/posts/default/5796111751716397226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/2010/06/oh-yipeee-holidays-how-fun-notice-dots.html' title='Oh. Yipeee. Holidays. How fun. Notice the dots?'/><author><name>Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09688612659957701786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I0xgHksZ-Pw/SyzWVehg_XI/AAAAAAAAAF8/pZRBszedKfc/s1600-R/8333_163076461117_541296117_2733839_5487409_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688897488077826595.post-1941285335127510332</id><published>2010-05-07T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T19:53:06.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I keep on hurting myself.</title><content type='html'>I don't know why but lately, all I've felt are disappointments and sadness. Sure, our team did win the recent Drama competition but..., It was a short-lived glory. I won't go into details about this. I've been quite emotional too but then again.. I was always a sensitive soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world through my perspective? Hmph. Go figure. You might see me always isolating myself from other people. But if you think that I am really putting myself on that abandoned island, You're wrong. Why? I can't fit in. Try to? I surely have. Sure, people do talk but when they talk to me, it's usually just a short talk and then BOOM off they go talking to another person and what do I feel? Ignored. I tried starting up a conversation.. but I just can't. I'm not a social person. I often wait for people to strike up a conversation with me. Lately, I've tried my best going around looking for someone to talk to but in the end, I just end up making myself look stupid/desperate for attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my shy/unsocial self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt anyone reads my blog anymore. I'm just writing cause I feel like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/688897488077826595-1941285335127510332?l=vapidvalentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/feeds/1941285335127510332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-keep-on-hurting-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688897488077826595/posts/default/1941285335127510332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688897488077826595/posts/default/1941285335127510332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-keep-on-hurting-myself.html' title='I keep on hurting myself.'/><author><name>Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09688612659957701786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I0xgHksZ-Pw/SyzWVehg_XI/AAAAAAAAAF8/pZRBszedKfc/s1600-R/8333_163076461117_541296117_2733839_5487409_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688897488077826595.post-1923447961770626697</id><published>2009-12-26T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T12:50:22.041+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>How fast does it goes and pass? How fast is a minute actually or rather how fast is a second? Can we actually tell how fast it is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few years ago,&lt;br /&gt;I was born into this world.&lt;br /&gt;Just a few years ago,&lt;br /&gt;I entered primary school.&lt;br /&gt;Just a few years ago,&lt;br /&gt;I entered secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;And now,&lt;br /&gt;I'm finishing form 3 and entering form 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, I'd be 16.&lt;br /&gt;Soon, I'd be 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look back at my past my mind goes ;&lt;br /&gt;SHIT?! What the heck have I been doing for the past 15 years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/688897488077826595-1923447961770626697?l=vapidvalentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/feeds/1923447961770626697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/2009/12/time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688897488077826595/posts/default/1923447961770626697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688897488077826595/posts/default/1923447961770626697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/2009/12/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09688612659957701786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I0xgHksZ-Pw/SyzWVehg_XI/AAAAAAAAAF8/pZRBszedKfc/s1600-R/8333_163076461117_541296117_2733839_5487409_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688897488077826595.post-5261130995964548997</id><published>2009-12-19T21:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T21:30:36.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Firefox is already fast? Nu-uh! It can get faster! :D</title><content type='html'>Yes, firefox is already pretty damn fast but did you know that you can tweak it and improve the speed even more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the beauty of this program being open source.&lt;br /&gt;Here's what you do:&lt;br /&gt;In the URL bar, type “about:config” and press enter. This will bring up the configuration “menu” where you can change the parameters of Firefox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note that these are what I’ve found to REALLY speed up my Firefox significantly - and these settings seem to be common among everybody else as well. But these settings are optimized for broadband connections - I mean with as much concurrent requests we’re going to open up with pipelining… lol… you’d better have a big connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double Click on the following settins and put in the numbers below - for the true / false booleans - they’ll change when you double click.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Code:&lt;br /&gt;browser.tabs.showSingleWindowModePrefs – true&lt;br /&gt;network.http.max-connections – 48&lt;br /&gt;network.http.max-connections-per-server – 16&lt;br /&gt;network.http.max-persistent-connections-per-proxy – 8&lt;br /&gt;network.http.max-persistent-connections-per-server – 4&lt;br /&gt;network.http.pipelining – true&lt;br /&gt;network.http.pipelining.maxrequests – 100&lt;br /&gt;network.http.proxy.pipelining – true&lt;br /&gt;network.http.request.timeout – 300&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing… Right-click somewhere on that screen and add a NEW -&amp;gt; Integer. Name it “nglayout.initialpaint.delay” and set its value to “0”. This value is the amount of time the browser waits before it acts on information it receives. Since you’re broadband - it shouldn’t have to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you should notice you’re loading pages MUCH faster now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/688897488077826595-5261130995964548997?l=vapidvalentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/feeds/5261130995964548997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/2009/12/firefox-is-already-fast-nu-uh-it-can.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688897488077826595/posts/default/5261130995964548997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688897488077826595/posts/default/5261130995964548997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/2009/12/firefox-is-already-fast-nu-uh-it-can.html' title='Firefox is already fast? Nu-uh! It can get faster! :D'/><author><name>Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09688612659957701786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I0xgHksZ-Pw/SyzWVehg_XI/AAAAAAAAAF8/pZRBszedKfc/s1600-R/8333_163076461117_541296117_2733839_5487409_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688897488077826595.post-8185780034455878970</id><published>2009-12-19T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T10:12:27.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Very Busy Day</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;I went out the whole day yesterday from 8.30a.m. till 2.50a.m. the next day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, went to Hazli's house for the BWR play practice. Me and Hazli already made plans on how to surprise Jacintha with a birthday cake. We celebrated her birthday a few days earlier because shes going to Vietnam soon. During the act of unit 1, I tried to act sucky and monotonous so that Hazli would scold me. Then when he marah me....everyone got so quiet. They didn't know it was an act. Then I acted like I was sad so I went to the kitchen and slammed the door but actually I went to the kitchen, took the cake out and light the candles. Hazli went in and then acted like he was shouting at me.When I was done with lighting the candles, me and Hazli went out of the kitchen and started singing Happy Birthday. The look on Jacintha's was priceless because she was so blur until we said Happy Birthday to Jacintha hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The practice was from early morning all the way up to the evening around 4-5pm. Around that time, I went back home and mandi and everything and then went to Pizzahut at City Mall because it was Fera's Bday Party. When I arrived there....only got two people. Arlene and another girl which I'm sorry I forgot your name. A few minutes later the birthday girl arrives and also a few other people. Then after eating at Pizzahut, we went jalan-jalan all around City Mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back home at around 10pm. Jasmine came to pick me up a few minutes later because we were going to go watch Avatar. I'm sorry I was late going out of my house because I couldn't see your car. We arrived at GSC around 11pm+ I think. The movie started showing around 11.45pm. Avatar had VERY NICE GRAPHICS, EFFECTS whatever you call it and also LONG as well.. Because It ended sometime around 2.20am. Do the math. I'm lazy. :). Arrived back at home around 2.40-2.50am. My parents already slept luckily my sis opened the door.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/688897488077826595-8185780034455878970?l=vapidvalentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/feeds/8185780034455878970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-very-busy-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688897488077826595/posts/default/8185780034455878970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688897488077826595/posts/default/8185780034455878970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-very-busy-day.html' title='One Very Busy Day'/><author><name>Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09688612659957701786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I0xgHksZ-Pw/SyzWVehg_XI/AAAAAAAAAF8/pZRBszedKfc/s1600-R/8333_163076461117_541296117_2733839_5487409_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688897488077826595.post-5962000592171345514</id><published>2009-12-09T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T18:27:40.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ugly Truth</title><content type='html'>Let me tell you something about women. Women would have us believe that they are the victims; That we break their hearts for sport. That's crap. They say they want romance, they say they want true love, but all they want is a check list. Is he perfect? Is he handsome? Is he a doctor? For you men who fit the criteria, don't kid yourselves. Cuz if they're not sleeping with you, they're sleeping with a carefully calculated set of venal choices. Money over substance, looks over soul, polished over principles. No gesture, no matter how real or romantic will ever compensate for a really impressive list of credentials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;This is, &lt;strong&gt;THE UGLY TRUTH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Quoted from The Ugly Truth(2009). :)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/688897488077826595-5962000592171345514?l=vapidvalentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/feeds/5962000592171345514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/2009/12/ugly-truth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688897488077826595/posts/default/5962000592171345514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688897488077826595/posts/default/5962000592171345514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/2009/12/ugly-truth.html' title='The Ugly Truth'/><author><name>Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09688612659957701786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I0xgHksZ-Pw/SyzWVehg_XI/AAAAAAAAAF8/pZRBszedKfc/s1600-R/8333_163076461117_541296117_2733839_5487409_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688897488077826595.post-7610228281112422210</id><published>2009-12-09T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T11:48:11.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know why.</title><content type='html'>I just don't get it why sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I feel lonely eventhough I'm with people,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I feel bored eventhough I'm doing something,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I feel tired eventhough I didn't do anything,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I feel sad when I should actually be happy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/688897488077826595-7610228281112422210?l=vapidvalentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/feeds/7610228281112422210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-dont-know-why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688897488077826595/posts/default/7610228281112422210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688897488077826595/posts/default/7610228281112422210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-dont-know-why.html' title='I don&apos;t know why.'/><author><name>Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09688612659957701786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I0xgHksZ-Pw/SyzWVehg_XI/AAAAAAAAAF8/pZRBszedKfc/s1600-R/8333_163076461117_541296117_2733839_5487409_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688897488077826595.post-5368850734144737628</id><published>2009-12-05T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T12:51:44.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"lol" World's Most Overused Word.</title><content type='html'>Once upon a long time ago, it was commonly used to denote a great amusement in a chat room or etc. Now, it is overused to the point where nobody laughs out loud when they say it. In fact, they probably don't even give a shit about what you just wrote. Most people prefer to use "lol" as a silence breaker, a reply to a joke that is SUPPOSED to be funny but really isn't, or an answer to an uncomfortable or random statement that one couldn't think of a better response to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Examples? I got loads :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example 1: &lt;br /&gt;Person 1: &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Hi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 2: &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Hey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 1: &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;umm.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 2: &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;uh..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 1: &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;lol &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example 2:  &lt;br /&gt;Person 1: &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I like to pick my nose and then massage the boogers on my anal orifice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 2: &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example 3: &lt;br /&gt;Person 1: &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I got fired from my job today, got dumped, contracted HIV, lost an eye, got caught masturbating in the elementary school parking lot then shot the cop who tried to arrest me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 2: &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;lol &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Many Meanings of LOL :&lt;br /&gt;1) "I have nothing worthwhile to contribute to this conversation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) "I'm too lazy to read what you just wrote so I'm typing something useless in hopes that you'll think I'm still paying attention."&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) "Your statement lacks even the vaguest trace of humor but I'll pretend I'm amused."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) "This is a pointless acronym I'm sticking in my sentence just because it's become so engraved into my mind that when chatting, I MUST use the meaningless sentence-filler 'lol.'"&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.urbandictionary.com/image/page/lol-46383.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://media.urbandictionary.com/image/page/lol-46383.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;So...do you still wanna say lol?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/688897488077826595-5368850734144737628?l=vapidvalentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/feeds/5368850734144737628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/2009/12/lol-worlds-most-overused-word.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688897488077826595/posts/default/5368850734144737628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688897488077826595/posts/default/5368850734144737628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/2009/12/lol-worlds-most-overused-word.html' title='&quot;lol&quot; World&apos;s Most Overused Word.'/><author><name>Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09688612659957701786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I0xgHksZ-Pw/SyzWVehg_XI/AAAAAAAAAF8/pZRBszedKfc/s1600-R/8333_163076461117_541296117_2733839_5487409_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688897488077826595.post-3596154277684625108</id><published>2009-12-02T07:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T07:03:22.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting darker.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Swim Everyday&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Dark Skin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/688897488077826595-3596154277684625108?l=vapidvalentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/feeds/3596154277684625108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/2009/12/getting-darker.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688897488077826595/posts/default/3596154277684625108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688897488077826595/posts/default/3596154277684625108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/2009/12/getting-darker.html' title='Getting darker.'/><author><name>Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09688612659957701786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I0xgHksZ-Pw/SyzWVehg_XI/AAAAAAAAAF8/pZRBszedKfc/s1600-R/8333_163076461117_541296117_2733839_5487409_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688897488077826595.post-5966235853172598781</id><published>2009-11-22T21:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T21:12:40.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This made my day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://abstrusegoose.com/strips/supreme_fascist.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="243" src="http://abstrusegoose.com/strips/supreme_fascist.PNG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/688897488077826595-5966235853172598781?l=vapidvalentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/feeds/5966235853172598781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-made-my-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688897488077826595/posts/default/5966235853172598781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688897488077826595/posts/default/5966235853172598781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-made-my-day.html' title='This made my day'/><author><name>Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09688612659957701786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I0xgHksZ-Pw/SyzWVehg_XI/AAAAAAAAAF8/pZRBszedKfc/s1600-R/8333_163076461117_541296117_2733839_5487409_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688897488077826595.post-7370367494287884189</id><published>2009-11-20T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T19:08:11.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's to you and you know who you are.</title><content type='html'>As the title says here goes my response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;'d be nice with my words and also my verbs,&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ke &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;e better thy tried but better for what?&lt;br /&gt;Hand&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;s&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;o&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;n shoulde&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;s pissed off I'd be? o&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ou sa&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;d.&lt;br /&gt;But did you see? What &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;oul thing &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;t touched a second before.&lt;br /&gt;Now "it" &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;oves on to the l&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;p, an&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; so you said it's just for laughs.&lt;br /&gt;But did you know? Som&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; jokes could turn a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ellow, int&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; a red.&lt;br /&gt;A h&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;g you cr&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ve a&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;d I did not &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ave. Wonde&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; wh&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Once again, take a walk, to minutes before.,&lt;br /&gt;And then you'll see the answer to why.&lt;br /&gt;So now you want, myselft to heal, but heal it is for what disease?&lt;br /&gt;Something you made? Something you think? Something you assumed?&lt;br /&gt;Open your eyes and then you'll see, how healthy but not sick I really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a mirror and gaze inside,&lt;br /&gt;Before you judge me and my so-called "other" side,&lt;br /&gt;Others you have asked but like you said,&lt;br /&gt;One wears a different mask to other people,&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told, different you appeared in their eyes,&lt;br /&gt;So once again my little hypocrite,&lt;br /&gt;I ask you this question&lt;br /&gt;For your digestion.&lt;br /&gt;Do you really know who I am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is you, I see, through my tiny eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Others are shining oh-so-brightly,&lt;br /&gt;And there you stayed, so very dim,.&lt;br /&gt;Like an ant, you worked very hard,&lt;br /&gt;Like a star, you tried to shine,&lt;br /&gt;But still it is, dim you remain,&lt;br /&gt;From yellow to green, Is the change I see,&lt;br /&gt;But did you know?&lt;br /&gt;The face of envy, is the face of green.&lt;br /&gt;The green grew brighter in a sea of people,&lt;br /&gt;Small remarks I only made,&lt;br /&gt;So there you go with a face of green,&lt;br /&gt;Show off you shouted and so you thought,&lt;br /&gt;That's how you appeared, so green in my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;As others did not, thought like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you understand. My so called "outburst" Read carefully to understand fully. Every line has a meaning.&lt;br /&gt;Pay attention to the coloured letters. I wonder if you could see my hidden message?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/688897488077826595-7370367494287884189?l=vapidvalentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/feeds/7370367494287884189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/2009/11/heres-to-you-and-you-know-who-you-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688897488077826595/posts/default/7370367494287884189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688897488077826595/posts/default/7370367494287884189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/2009/11/heres-to-you-and-you-know-who-you-are.html' title='Here&apos;s to you and you know who you are.'/><author><name>Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09688612659957701786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I0xgHksZ-Pw/SyzWVehg_XI/AAAAAAAAAF8/pZRBszedKfc/s1600-R/8333_163076461117_541296117_2733839_5487409_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688897488077826595.post-310070835062385454</id><published>2009-11-05T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T17:19:07.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My life in 2 days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3rd of November 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Very very freaky day I tell you. Woke up at 3am due to some loud banging. Where did it came from? I do not know. Then I paid no attention to it.. and went back to sleep. Woke up again around 5 am because of my alarm. This time... the banging got louder and it seemed to come from somewhere below my bed and near the corner of my room. I went to checked and I couldn't really see well because it was dark but what I could see was a black thing swirling and twirling like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I switched on the lights and the "&lt;em&gt;thing&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;stopped moving almost immediately.Guess what I saw? A black cat. Size? Can't really tell the size but it looks like a 1 year old cat. &amp;nbsp;When it stopped moving, it looked dead. I thought it was being possesed by something (can't help it! I watched Emily Rose the day before) and so I didn't even touch it. Instead, I quickly went outside my room and called my mom. When my mom went inside my room, the cat was already in a "sitting" position and was "meow-ing". Really freaked me out. One second it looked dead and the next, it was alive again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Seeing as to how the cat is healthy again, I went and took a bath. When I finished bathing, guess what? The cat is dead. Again. This time, it's head was on the ground....freaky. When I got back home from school the cat was in another different position weird... how could a dead cat move? and didn't my mom said she would take care of the body? Ugh. Then my mom came and told me this another thing that freaked me out again. She said the neighbour swore she saw the cat died being eaten by a BIGGER cat. What was in my head? Cool. I have a zombie cat. Hope it doesn't haunt my room. But shit, that was freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4th of November 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Had a school trip to Hospital Mesra at Bukit Padang. Incase you dont know, that is the hospital for the mentally ill people. When we reached there we had a short talk about the place, it's history and it's patients. We discovered that there were some patients that decided to suicide because they knew their crimes would chain them inside of that hospital FOREVER. At first we visited the ward where they trained the patients to be independent and useful. The patients are given sickles and etc for cleaning and gardening. They were even taught how to cook and fry things... the only freaky part there was when this one scary looking girl looked at me and smiled.. revealing only one teeth... she looked real scary :X sorry to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Then the next ward we visited was the ward where the patients who were allowed to go in and out of the hospital. It was funny there. Caster was asked to play the guitar to guide the "happy"(I'll refer to them as happy people instead of crazy people) old lady who was gonna sing a song. I thought she'd sing a nice song. I hid my laughter when she started singing burung kakak tua. I'm evil I know :l but not as evil as the nurses. There's this other old happy woman who was there who kept on saying "Ibu...saya mau pulang" pitiful right? Pfft, the nurses didn't show an ounce of pity and instead laugh at her and made fun of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; On to the old people's ward now :). We were greeted by a happy old guy who said " HAIII KAWANNN " hahahaha he's very nice. The chief of the ward told us that the ward is open and is not closed like a prison because.. even if these old people escape. They can't run far because they're old. Haha the way he said it was VERY FUNNY. But there's some sad things too like... theres this old guy who had tears in his eyes... he was stuck in that hospital from when he was young all because a stupid mistake that he did. He killed a guy. But from the look in his eyes, truth be told, he regretted his past actions whole heartedly. When we went to their sleeping quarters, an old happy man was moving backwards as if he was moon walking and then... he just fell. Weird. Yes. Very.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Moving on, we then went to the final ward. The forensic ward. That's where they keep all the psycho criminals. Just before entering I could feel a murderous sense...ugh.. the feeling was scary. What was more scary was when the guy asked us to go in and look at them without any protection... not even any bars to keep them away from harming us. But when we got inside, they didn't even touch us they just... stared at us and oh believe me... their gaze is enough to give you the shivers. Heck, there was this scary fat chinese dude who looked VERY scary especially with the sharp thin white eyebrows, the murderous eyes and oh the triangular long white goatie..... VERY SCARY INDEED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I post long crap :) and you guys probabbly won't read. But what the heck anyways right? haha &amp;gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/688897488077826595-310070835062385454?l=vapidvalentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/feeds/310070835062385454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-life-in-2-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688897488077826595/posts/default/310070835062385454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688897488077826595/posts/default/310070835062385454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-life-in-2-days.html' title='My life in 2 days.'/><author><name>Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09688612659957701786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I0xgHksZ-Pw/SyzWVehg_XI/AAAAAAAAAF8/pZRBszedKfc/s1600-R/8333_163076461117_541296117_2733839_5487409_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688897488077826595.post-5790068371210550328</id><published>2009-11-02T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T17:42:42.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Greattt.... Kawad. AGAIN.</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I went to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know. It's a monday and what the heck am I doing there on a Monday? For the sake of RM 5 :D. I regretted going though. You'll know soon why. Well, today as usual I rotted at the classroom while playing chess. Played it for like... 5 matches. I won 3 matches against Aaron and 1 match against Joshua and then lost 1 more.. to Aaron =.=. Pfft! If I main style tarik balik just now kan... it could've ended with a stalemate. &amp;gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said earlierm, I regretted going to school today. Why? Well heres your answer. There was the grand sports house meeting. Since I was the timbalan ketua rumah sukan for junior block (form1 - 3). I lead the whole of the green sports house a.k.a "Brendan" from junior block to senior block. *Sigh* very frustrating. I had to ask the small and little kids to sit down and line up and I hate it. They're defiant and arrogant and just won't listen to orders. Oh and guess what? I BECAME THE FRICKING KETUA PERBARISAN. WHAT THE F....FISH! I sooooo wanted to avoid marching next year yet they asked me to become ketua... *sigh*.I hate this. I really do. :(. Pfft! I hope they'll replace me quick. Because I'm super busy next year and don't have time for kawad. Better believe it. &amp;gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/688897488077826595-5790068371210550328?l=vapidvalentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/feeds/5790068371210550328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/2009/11/greattt-kawad-again.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688897488077826595/posts/default/5790068371210550328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688897488077826595/posts/default/5790068371210550328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/2009/11/greattt-kawad-again.html' title='Greattt.... Kawad. AGAIN.'/><author><name>Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09688612659957701786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I0xgHksZ-Pw/SyzWVehg_XI/AAAAAAAAAF8/pZRBszedKfc/s1600-R/8333_163076461117_541296117_2733839_5487409_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688897488077826595.post-654132215055719154</id><published>2009-11-01T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T19:01:54.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad. Sad and even more SAD</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Wow. Who said after PMR it would be oh-so-awesome so free and so fun? Well for most people, yeah. But for me? It's hell. Seriously! Am stuck at home doing nothing at all while other people is out there and enjoying life :( This sucks. *sigh* I feel like a no life :(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;So basically......&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I'm so bored and I REALLY REALLY REALLY WANNA GO OUT :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/688897488077826595-654132215055719154?l=vapidvalentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/feeds/654132215055719154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/2009/11/sad-sad-and-even-more-sad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688897488077826595/posts/default/654132215055719154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688897488077826595/posts/default/654132215055719154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/2009/11/sad-sad-and-even-more-sad.html' title='Sad. 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Like I said, My only reason : &lt;strong&gt;RM5 POCKET MONEY&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;. Anyways, today was pretty much more boring than usual. Why? There was a ceramah about reading books early morning. &lt;strong&gt;UGH&lt;/strong&gt;. Sorry Khairi but it was just too boring. Barely anyone paid any attention. I know I wasn't &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Oooh, what was interesting was when he showed a video clip of Hazli talking to some guy in a library. It was really funny because Hazli...you look funny when you were form 4 &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;. Anyways, fought Aaron and Patrick in chess ahahahaha. I beated both Aaron and Patrick. Aaron the score is now 3-1 with me leading of course &lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;:).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Let's hope tomorrow won't be so jolly boring shall we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/688897488077826595-7852124883346213873?l=vapidvalentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/feeds/7852124883346213873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/2009/10/school-boring-very.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688897488077826595/posts/default/7852124883346213873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688897488077826595/posts/default/7852124883346213873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/2009/10/school-boring-very.html' title='School. Boring? VERY!'/><author><name>Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09688612659957701786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I0xgHksZ-Pw/SyzWVehg_XI/AAAAAAAAAF8/pZRBszedKfc/s1600-R/8333_163076461117_541296117_2733839_5487409_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688897488077826595.post-8134320947191511625</id><published>2009-10-26T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T21:37:23.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Big Chunk of Unforgettable Memories</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;19th October 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;A day to remember as 15 people and 3 teachers took a plane to Pulau Pinang for the English Language National Drama Competition. I woke up as early as 1 A.M. Why? Well... Our flight is on 7 A.M. which means we have to check-in by 5 A.M. I dont mind cause luckily, I'm a morning person :D. So by 3 A.M. I left home and headed for school because we needed to use my mom's car to transport the props. After transporting the props, we went straight to the airport and there we waited for our flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;As the plane reached Penang, I turned to Raul and said " Raul.. did we just went back to KK?" cause it seriously looked like KK! :O. As soon as we got out of the airport, Hazli was already there waving a poster that said if I remembered correctly " &lt;strong&gt;Sabah La Salle Drama Team. &lt;span style="background-color: red;"&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ". Then, we took a bus named "Razie" with the driver also named "Razie" xD. On the trip to our hotel , Seri Malaysia on the mainland, our bus unexpectedly had a minor accident. This one drunk driver(how can you be drunk early in the morning?!) ram his car on the rear end of our bus. We didn't feel the impact until teacher said " Look! That's the car that hit our bus ". When she said that, the car has already skidded off the road and slid down the hill slowly. That was honestly &lt;strong&gt;COOL&lt;/strong&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20th October 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;Rehearsal Day. Gosh, the Dewan Millenium was &lt;strong&gt;BIG. very BIG.&lt;/strong&gt; It was literally, TWICE the size of La Salle's Senior Hall :O! Maybe more bigger! But it looked very cool :D. Truthfully, &amp;nbsp;I wasn't nervous that time cause other teams were like playing during their rehearsals. Oh and what about our rehearsal? We sucked. Big time. We did badly during our rehearsal and my throat as I remember it, was hurting. I was kinda dissapointed with myself that time :( because I know. I did badly. The whole day after the rehearsal I spent time memorising the Actor's Prayer which goes like this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here I go to the spotlights, the footlights and the stage,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give me the strength and courage to perform without inhibition,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;But of my team and my audience,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;May I remember my teachings,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reach new heights,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tread new paths,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guide my voice, body, heart and mind,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lead me to understand, intepret and express,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here I am, an entertainer, to the spotlights, the footlights, and onto the stage,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HERE GO I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;The prayer helped the whole team to calm down at the night before the competition. We also had an emotional session during that night..which was ended by the sound of my *cough*&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;fart&lt;/span&gt;*cough*. Hey!! It was accidental *blush*(and it didn't stink! xD). I just couldn't hold it. I'm sorry :(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21st October 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;This is it guys! Competition day :). Eventhough it was competition day, I still wasn't nervous. Weird. Btw, we were the 8th group to perform and there were 16 teams including Putrajaya, K.L. and Labuan. &amp;nbsp;Reaching the Dewan Millenium... we decided quickly not to watch the earlier teams, why? It would just make us more nervous. When it was time for us to perform, butterflies started flying in my stomach and this time, I WAS VERY NERVOUS. I kept on repeating the actor's prayer and hopefully the butterflies would go away. I also kept on repeating my lines. When they announced "The 8th team to perform with the title A Malaysian Breakfast" quickly I picked up the 4 stools I was assigned to pick with two hands and went up the stage and arranged them and then took my mugshot and straight away went to the backstage. My heart was beating so damn fast! "Friday, June 13th, Malaysia" I could hear Ralph saying his first line and then followed by Raul and then.. It was my turn "A women pleaded guilty to offering service to an underage student for the price of thirty ringgit ". As I said that line the furious heartbeat that I once felt, dissapeared and what I could feel was only the pain in my throat but still, I ignored the pain. It felt really weird because there were no music playing... and then we realised! OMG ANDY!! MUSIC! It was a big mistake yes but not done by our technician. Even so, we still managed to pull off the first scene. When we finished performing, we gave a big sigh of relief because we knew. We're done. We did our best. Let's all hope for the best because it is all now in the hands of the judges and God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;After our performance there was a long break for like a few hours. We used the break to relax ourselves back in the hotel. Then when it was time, we went back to the dewan. There, we managed to see the other remaining 8 teams :D. Here's my review :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kelantan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Their story was about a girl who was raped by her own father and got pregnant with his child.&lt;strong&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;I didn't really get the story... sorry. Because suddenly, a time traveller from the future appeared. A tall ghost as tall as 2 humans because there 2 humans.. one was carrying the other.. appeared. A king from the past also appeared. Weird. It was funny how the girl was so obsessed about the baby but suddenly DROPPED it.. well I think it accidentally dropped to the ground and you could see that it was a doll and it was..naked. xD. At the end of the story, the girl's father ATE yes ATE the baby. I wonder why. P.S. to the ghost, cool mask man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Labuan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Labuan's story was about a retarded guy who was so happy to get a recorder because finally by the recorder he thought he could be somebody because his mother always treated his sister who could play the violin so well and he on the other hand, was treated like trash because he was retarded and useless. His sister gave him the recorder for his birthday and recorder as in the musical instrument. He was overwhelmed with joy but then, his mother dismantled his recorder to pieces and he was heartbroken. He strangled his mother to death. His sister saw him. He stranged her to death too. In the end the retarded guy cried because he didn't know he killed his own sister. All I can say is, the retarded guy was DAMN GOOD at being a retard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sarawak&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sarawak's story is about a few locals who were friends with each other. Recently, their friend died and his body was left behind. These group of friends throughout the whole drama was planning on how and where to hide the body. One day, the body was missing and suddenly appeared to them ALIVE and said that it was all just a test to find out if they were true to their friendship but in the end they betrayed him. The group of friends wasn't really sad because their friend was actually alive but then the next day. The body was back where it used to be and then everyone was shocked because the one that they saw the other day...was actually an apparition or.. a ghost of their friend. The Sarawak team was good! They deserved the 3rd place. Their main arsenal here was their voice projection. Why? Even when the electricity died out for awhile, they still managed to maintain their volume which was VERY IMPRESSIVE since it was a big stage in a big hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kedah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The story? It was about a bad girl a.k.a a bitch named Roxy. Roxy's mother had remarried and because of so, she gained a new stepfather along with a new stepsister named Ashley. Along the story, an indian guy and an indian girl who acted as a portrait suddenly moves and dances randomly. The girl was supposed to be the voice of fate who believes that life is determined by fate and the guy was supposed to be the voice of free will who believes that free will determines the fate in life. Or was it the other way around. I forgot xD. Anyways they appear randomly and they were FUNNY! Reallll funny because they always do stupid dances haha. No offense if you're reading this :X! In the end of the story, time passes by 5 years and Roxy became a good girl because she regretted forcing Ashley to get a tattoo which caused her to get AIDS because the tattoo needle contracted AIDS from a previous customer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Penang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;THE FUNNIEST I've seen. Gawd. They combined literature story from form 5 and form 4 and even form 1! Though I wonder why they said Life's Brief Candle was form 3? It was about a boy who always failed at life and then one day... he went into the world of LITERATURE! *sarcasm* WOW! FUN RIGHT?! *sarcasm* First person he met was King Macbeth who was reciting the Life's Brief Candle Poem. He damn funny. Never expected a king to look like a nerd. Again. No offense. xD. Ooh he also meets up with a girl named Mathilda from the story "The Necklace" was it? Not sure if it was form 4 or form 5 literature. Oh did I forgot to mention? There was a talking kite, a singing tree and a robber :O! Oh and theres also a guy named Thomas Wilson from another literature story! Oh! At the end of their performance, they suddenly did some choral speaking.. which was... weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Terengganu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This team had an arabian theme to their drama. I'm sorry but honestly speaking, I was bored enough to waste the whole time playing snake on my phone instead of watching. Real sorry :(.Their costumes were great though and so were your props!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Selangor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yes the team that got 1st place. Congrats once again. Their drama was entitled " The Tragic History of Dr. Faustuss " and my gawd. They were good. They were one of the only team which I considered as "National Level-Worthy" the rest were like Zone/District Level. Sorry. Their story was basically about a guy named Dr. Faustuss who made a deal with the devil despite being warned by the angel in exchange for 24 years of success and 7 "gifts" of the world. After those 24 years. Dr. Faustuss became an old man who was clearly stressed out and in pain. He realised that the 7 "gifts" he had received. Were actually the 7 deadly sins. Sloth. Pride. Gluttony. Lust. Greed. Envy. Wrath. &amp;nbsp;To me, they deserved first place. Good acting. Good clarity. Good at manipulating the microphones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;After all the performances were done. We were allowed to go back to our rooms and prepare for the closing ceremony at 8.30 P.M. During the "rest" I notice it was so loud and noisy outside. I opened the hotel room window and wow. Each and every state were shouting at each other saying "HEYYY WHERE ARE YOU GUYS FROM?" They were all realll friendly. Raul. Kuyak. BIG TIME. He went and shouted " HEY GIRLS SMILE FOR THE CAMERA! " then BAM! They closed their windows because the hotel staffs went to every room and asked everyone to close their windows because it was getting noisy and out of control. xD poor Raul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; During the closing ceremony, our hearts were beating so DAMN FAST. We hold hands and prayed hard. Teacher who was beside me also held my hand and cancelled out the names of the states that received the consolation prize.. as one by one of them were out.. we let out sighs of relief because we knew... at least and we hope at the very least... to achieve top 3 as the final consolation prize was announced... we were overjoyed. Because then, we knew we reached the TOP 3! The emcee then said "Tempat Ketiga jatuh kepada......NEGERI SARAWAK DI BAWAH BAYU" We thought he meant Sabah! then he said back "Maaf, Negeri SARAWAK BUMI KENYALANG!" we were all then hugging each other with the mindset " guys.. it's okay.. even though we get 2nd or 1st... we have reached this far and we should be proud." Then the emcee announced " Johan bagi pertandingan drama bahasa inggeris peringkat kebangsaan jatuh kepada negeri..." "Sabah!,Sabah!,Sabah!" I thought we were the only ones saying that.. but it seems the WHOLE DEWAN supported us.. then the emcee continue "SELANGOR" we were like ... damn! But oh wells~. A low volume of clappings could be heard... and then when Sabah was announced as the first runner-up... we were given a standing ovation and people cheered and roared loudly. By then we knew, we may have earned the title of 2nd. But in our hearts, we were winners :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Back at the hotel, me, Ralph and Chin, went for a midnight stroll in town to the nearby KFC. :D ever had KFC at midnight? Me no think so :). There we met quite a few teams. Including Selangor. Back at the hotel room. Me, Ralph, Chin , Hazli and a few others gathered in Room 403. We were sad and dissapointed. Why? The day before we asked, despite winning or losing, who would you guys spend the final night with? Us.. or other states? Everyone said us. Unfortunately, there were still "some" who decided to spend more time flirting with the girls from other teams. I won't say your names. You know who you are :). On that night, Ralph and Hazli asked me to be the director for next year. Jonross didn't want to be the director because the stress one carries as a director plus the stress of SPM would be too much on him. So it was then decided, That I would be the Director if there is still drama next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22nd October 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;As the famous and flirtatious said their goodbyes to the other states/girls they made friends with. The responsible and hard-working people were busy loading tonnes of luggages into the bus including the props. Upon reaching the airport. I was very sad. Because I know.. we will have to leave Penang and all the good memories we made. FOR GOOD :(. I asked the teacher for permission to buy souvenirs because I remembered all my friends back in Sabah about the souvenirs they requested from me :D. When I finished gathering all the souvenirs the cashier showed me the price and whew! Guess how much? RM50? Nope. RM 60 not even close. RM 100? Almost there. RM 120? YOUR SOOO CLOSE. RM124? Correcto! Each keychain costed like RM 9.90 but don't worry :) It was Buy 2 Free 1. The one that made it reach RM124 was something else. It was something special I bought for a certain someone :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;The trip back was AGONIZING. My head felt like exploding when I was in the plane. It was really painful probabbly due to the air pressure. Ugh. I hate AirAsia flights now. I prefer MAS. Their air pressure control was much better. As the plane left Penang, I said goodbye. As the plane landed back on Sabah. :) I know I was greeted with a "WELCOME BACK!". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I believe a special thanks is in order for the people who have sacrificed ALOT for the team. So, first and foremost :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you Hazli for everything you have done. The script. The training. The advices.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We were like plants and you nurtured and helped us grow bigger to finally bloom and become flowers.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you Teacher Haslinda. The sacrifices you made.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;If it weren't for you. There won't be an "US". Without you, Penang would be impossible.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you Ralph. The effort you gave. The sweat you poured.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The best director a team could ever have. You were good as an Actor. You were great as a Director. You were amazing as a Friend. I hope I could follow in your footsteps.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you Adriance. The props. The time you sacrificed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If it weren't for you. There won't be any props. I know how much you have sacrificed and suffered for us "ungrateful" ones. Thank you for all that you have done. Because I know, your one of the people who worked oh-so-hard for the team :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The journey to Penang has come to an end. The journey for 2009 is yet to end and 2010 is about to begin. May the rainbow fill our play. Now and always.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/688897488077826595-8134320947191511625?l=vapidvalentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/feeds/8134320947191511625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/2009/10/big-chunk-of-unforgettable-memories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688897488077826595/posts/default/8134320947191511625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688897488077826595/posts/default/8134320947191511625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/2009/10/big-chunk-of-unforgettable-memories.html' title='A Big Chunk of Unforgettable Memories'/><author><name>Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09688612659957701786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I0xgHksZ-Pw/SyzWVehg_XI/AAAAAAAAAF8/pZRBszedKfc/s1600-R/8333_163076461117_541296117_2733839_5487409_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688897488077826595.post-8886242100114408848</id><published>2009-10-16T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T21:46:48.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Penang, The Preparation</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; School was once again...&lt;strong&gt;BORING&lt;/strong&gt;. It was hell waiting for the bell to ring, signifying the end of school for this week. Had drama practice this evening :). Well, can't really call it a practice because all that we did was sit around and discuss... and after that.. we did lotsa lotsa packing. There were like more than a dozen boxes. Can you imagine? One small chair only fits one box. Mehhhh..., all these packing did not falter my spirits :D weeee I'm still happy and super high in spirit because... PENANG~ Monday~ Weee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Oh oh oh!!! I forgot to mention! We also got 2 new drama shirts today :D yippee~! Raphael. I gotta hand it to you dude. Those shirt you made(or bought) were awesome. Good quality too! I'm gonna post a pic of the shirt later on. Its colar is &lt;strong&gt;orange&lt;/strong&gt; in colour and the rest... &lt;strong&gt;black&lt;/strong&gt; :) totally awesome combination. I didn't really like the 2nd shirt though.. Imagine, a navy blue shirt with a red collar. Sorry but these colours weren't meant to mix and form harmony. What was the one whos in charge of designing this shirt thinking?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Btw, we're leaving on the 19th of October :P which is this coming monday on 5 A.M. &lt;strong&gt;EARLY MORNING&lt;/strong&gt;. Yes people. 5 in the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;MORNING&lt;/span&gt;. *&lt;/strong&gt;sigh*.... That means I'll have to wake up at 3a.m. and go to school at 4 a.m. Wow I just realized.. it's the first time I went to school so early. Yay me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Sorry if it's too long &amp;gt;_&amp;lt; but I'm just bored. After the drama meeting/practice. I went home. &lt;strong&gt;BY BUS&lt;/strong&gt; :D. &lt;strong&gt;Yayy I'm a big boy now&lt;/strong&gt; xD. There was a &lt;strong&gt;disgusting pervert&lt;/strong&gt; in the bus I was in though. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;HE&lt;/span&gt; yes &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;HE&lt;/span&gt; was very &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D-I-S-G-U-S-T-I-N-G&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Why? &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;HE&lt;/span&gt; went inside the bus and &lt;strong&gt;immediately&lt;/strong&gt; finds a pretty girl who sits alone and then sat &lt;strong&gt;beside&lt;/strong&gt; her. Guess what did &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;HE&lt;/span&gt; do next? Yeapp. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;HE&lt;/span&gt; flirted. He even grabbed her hand. I could tell by the look at the girl's face that she was &lt;strong&gt;VERY DISGUSTED&lt;/strong&gt;. I &lt;strong&gt;wanted&lt;/strong&gt; to stop the guy and screamed at him... but being the coward that I am...I just let him be. I regret oh-so-much for not doing so :(. I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Btw, to those people who act as other people in my chatbox :) I know who you are. I can check I.P. Adresses. Mwahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/688897488077826595-8886242100114408848?l=vapidvalentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/feeds/8886242100114408848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/2009/10/penang-preparation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688897488077826595/posts/default/8886242100114408848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688897488077826595/posts/default/8886242100114408848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/2009/10/penang-preparation.html' title='Penang, The Preparation'/><author><name>Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09688612659957701786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I0xgHksZ-Pw/SyzWVehg_XI/AAAAAAAAAF8/pZRBszedKfc/s1600-R/8333_163076461117_541296117_2733839_5487409_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688897488077826595.post-9980710638695937</id><published>2009-10-14T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T19:20:50.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Boredness Kicks In</title><content type='html'>Went to school, pfft, I know. Why did I even go. Wellllll. let's just say I get free RM5 everyday for going to school :) that's THE ONLY REASON. Hope that answered some your questions. Anyways, once again, I thought life after PMR would be so darn interesting and "happening" but meh...the only interesting going on is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Teacher: Okayyy everyone. We've planned a few activities for you form 3s! We're going to visit the zoo, the museum and the state archives next week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;YAYYYY......... no =.=. The zoo? It's nice and all I know.. but c'mon.. I've been there for like 3 times? The state archives? WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU GUYS THINKING. It's gonna be so BORING THERE. Atleast the museum would be interesting.. even though I've also been there for a number of times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;:P I "maybe" wont be attending these "visits". Why? I'm off to Pulau Pinang next week :D. Drama,drama,drama. Seriously speaking though, we haven't had much practice recently. Heck, we didn't even had any practice because of the whole "PMR" thing and the "SPM" trials thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;So far, so bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I have absolutely NOTHING to do at home.SMS? My phone isn't with me. CHAT? Nobody to really talk to.. only some. &amp;nbsp;So what am I really doing? Watching TV and checking FB. That's mostly it. Yes. FACEBOOK. I know. I'm addicted. I don't know why but I feel like I'm obligated to check it once every few hours. Ugh. Anyways, I don't really watch tv. All I watch there is this one korean drama on DVD. It's called "The Legend" reallllll nice. Me likes it :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I feel so lonely and empty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/688897488077826595-9980710638695937?l=vapidvalentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/feeds/9980710638695937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-boredness-kicks-in.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688897488077826595/posts/default/9980710638695937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688897488077826595/posts/default/9980710638695937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-boredness-kicks-in.html' title='When Boredness Kicks In'/><author><name>Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09688612659957701786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I0xgHksZ-Pw/SyzWVehg_XI/AAAAAAAAAF8/pZRBszedKfc/s1600-R/8333_163076461117_541296117_2733839_5487409_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688897488077826595.post-5517074868003662884</id><published>2009-10-13T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T11:13:21.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yayness</title><content type='html'>Finallllllly, Pmr. Goodbye :). Hmm my results? Im ready for the worst so, bring it on! Anyways, *sigh* it gets boring when we have nothing to do anymore right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plans after PMR:&lt;br /&gt;1. DRAMAAAAA Practice~! Going to Penang on the 19th and we're in it to &lt;strong&gt;WIN&lt;/strong&gt; it. I'm on merdeka mode :) so I'm happy. I pity all the other form 5 though. SPM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Next? Pretty much rot at home or... if someone asks me to go out. Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird but.. sometimes I feel so lonely. I don't really know why. :(. I know... I dont have much to do after PMR... *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/688897488077826595-5517074868003662884?l=vapidvalentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/feeds/5517074868003662884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/2009/10/yayness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688897488077826595/posts/default/5517074868003662884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688897488077826595/posts/default/5517074868003662884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/2009/10/yayness.html' title='Yayness'/><author><name>Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09688612659957701786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I0xgHksZ-Pw/SyzWVehg_XI/AAAAAAAAAF8/pZRBszedKfc/s1600-R/8333_163076461117_541296117_2733839_5487409_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688897488077826595.post-1019744424925945046</id><published>2009-08-21T05:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T05:33:41.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something new</title><content type='html'>From black to white something new came about. Welcome to the genesis of my new blog. It's nothing much. I know :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't expect anything private to be written here. What you see is what you get. My crappy ramblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica;font-size:180%;"&gt;Hello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;                                                &lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica;font-size:85%;"&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica;font-size:85%;"&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eyes&lt;/span&gt; that follow &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;smile&lt;/span&gt; that greets &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;belongs to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hands&lt;/span&gt; that caress &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt; that loves &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;arms&lt;/span&gt; that hold &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all belong to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;strength&lt;/span&gt; I call upon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;support&lt;/span&gt; I get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;trust&lt;/span&gt; I am given&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all belong to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rich&lt;/span&gt; with all the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your pour my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; would like to,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; would love to,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meet &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;reciprocate&lt;/span&gt; someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/688897488077826595-1019744424925945046?l=vapidvalentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/feeds/1019744424925945046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/2009/08/something-new.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688897488077826595/posts/default/1019744424925945046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688897488077826595/posts/default/1019744424925945046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vapidvalentine.blogspot.com/2009/08/something-new.html' title='Something new'/><author><name>Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09688612659957701786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I0xgHksZ-Pw/SyzWVehg_XI/AAAAAAAAAF8/pZRBszedKfc/s1600-R/8333_163076461117_541296117_2733839_5487409_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
