<?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-7600374733636513613</id><updated>2011-12-17T05:01:41.809+08:00</updated><category term='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEm0E7P0cbI/TQUa-Ymv4EI/AAAAAAAAATs/qfxYzz2SAT4/s320/neo%2Bgene%2Byear%2Bbook%2B2010.png'/><title type='text'>Stealing Glances ♥</title><subtitle type='html'>I trusted you and that was my first mistake</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>205</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-9199713286496257834</id><published>2011-12-17T05:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T05:01:41.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clash and Burns</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When 2 brothers are attracted to the same girl...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The last time it happened, I lost a good buddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7600374733636513613-9199713286496257834?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/9199713286496257834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/12/clash-and-burns.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/9199713286496257834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/9199713286496257834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/12/clash-and-burns.html' title='Clash and Burns'/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-926936992551266825</id><published>2011-11-24T11:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T11:43:58.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Sem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For the past 6 weeks, every night has always been :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Monday - badminton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tuesday - Futsal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wednesday - badminton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thursday - badminton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think half of my money goes to the sports complex. Even with residence card, they still charge at rm10/hour. A little costly much? Compared to going other places, this place has good lighting and is near, new too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7600374733636513613-926936992551266825?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/926936992551266825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/11/short-sem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/926936992551266825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/926936992551266825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/11/short-sem.html' title='Short Sem'/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-5126135346007414237</id><published>2011-11-05T04:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T05:06:31.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After all these years, I guess it finally affected somewhat one way or another THIS much on me. I used to think I'll be fine but it eventually got to me like a little bitch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I cant think right, I cant speak right. It's like something got to my brain and is messing it up. Something's not right, just not right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object style="height: 390px; width: 640px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zn6n3boBMJg?version=3&amp;amp;feature=player_detailpage"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zn6n3boBMJg?version=3&amp;amp;feature=player_detailpage" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="640" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and they always make my day better. Smiles like Sonia's and &lt;i&gt;her's&lt;/i&gt; that moves my heart is rarely found. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7600374733636513613-5126135346007414237?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5126135346007414237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/11/after-all-these-years-i-guess-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/5126135346007414237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/5126135346007414237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/11/after-all-these-years-i-guess-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-6249495907100988516</id><published>2011-10-03T21:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T21:44:30.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Which will you choose? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The one who makes you smile or the one whose the reason you are smiling? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7600374733636513613-6249495907100988516?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6249495907100988516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/10/which-will-you-choose-one-who-makes-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/6249495907100988516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/6249495907100988516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/10/which-will-you-choose-one-who-makes-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-1782460224838894086</id><published>2011-09-21T03:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T05:13:08.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glimmer of Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who knew that it would served as a relief? It felt as if the pressure all this while just vanished! I guess I really do feel that after all. An epic fail accomplished. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;She has this chuckle which acts as a conductor of laughter and smiles. Along with a chuckle, would then shy away seemingly ashamed of it. Joy that it brings abundant. Ambience that is lively brought about almost as if nothing in the world matters. The laughter that often raises the heartbeat. Works like an adrenaline, rushes and burst of excitement only it wasnt for the fight or flight purpose. Brightens even the gloomiest days of storm, rays of sunlight that slowly breaks through the clouds. Watch as it pushes all aside clearing the sky. And that's the view of an after storm, beautiful. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wf4_T6hHN4Q/Tnj41dw73HI/AAAAAAAAAmw/d2kepYS0hzE/s1600/y1pKxeQaiZDZLlbBQBSPKz6vX-UWJFCdCK03DtwA0H2T1gm92PLaWRAVgJbsZMqDYqWjRnrsoiC6FvyhBy1HwlUdhPKs5cwIwvy.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wf4_T6hHN4Q/Tnj41dw73HI/AAAAAAAAAmw/d2kepYS0hzE/s320/y1pKxeQaiZDZLlbBQBSPKz6vX-UWJFCdCK03DtwA0H2T1gm92PLaWRAVgJbsZMqDYqWjRnrsoiC6FvyhBy1HwlUdhPKs5cwIwvy.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654542929570290802" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;How does it feel? Feels like a perfect setting of a pair of parent playing with their children in a playground filled with chuckles and joy while the evening sunset at the back fades away slowly. Like Joy giving Sorrow a hard sucker-punch in the face.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have all those really gone? Drowned with sorrow, despair and self-loath. It's almost as if a massive black hole violently destructed everything up, only to be mercifully leaving a slight pillar of light, flickering weakly and oh how fragile. Close enough to dim out anytime soon as if giving up after a long struggle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7600374733636513613-1782460224838894086?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1782460224838894086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/09/glimmer-of-hope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/1782460224838894086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/1782460224838894086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/09/glimmer-of-hope.html' title='Glimmer of Hope'/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wf4_T6hHN4Q/Tnj41dw73HI/AAAAAAAAAmw/d2kepYS0hzE/s72-c/y1pKxeQaiZDZLlbBQBSPKz6vX-UWJFCdCK03DtwA0H2T1gm92PLaWRAVgJbsZMqDYqWjRnrsoiC6FvyhBy1HwlUdhPKs5cwIwvy.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-3118283879517722977</id><published>2011-09-16T03:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T04:33:50.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marksss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gahhh! The final paper is on saturday, finally! Substance Abuse, the paper is fine, but the lecturer marking it, pain in the ass! I feel sad after I saw Aaron marking the papers of his AV students. They have to write simple answers and one correct or hit the notch sentence would get them 10 marks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ONE SENTENCE = 10 MARKS?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My papers however needs you to write a book out of them! I have to write at least one page for 10marks and at that, I probably only get an average of 1 mark for every two sentences. But wait, our question mark scores are never 10, rarely! It's always 15 - 25 each. Thus, we have to write 2 pages answer full of crap just for that. At that, the format we usually have is only 1 question................ with sub questions! So awesful! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Q1.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;a)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;b)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;c)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;d)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can you see question 1 giving trollface to me? :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then I have to do either 1 question out of 2 or 2 out of 3 questions in Section B. Even this part has subquestions too! We have to write tons of bullshit just for 15marks :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How is 2 hours sufficient to write all those stuff?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Conclusion: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AV/PR = one sentence you get 10 marks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PY = 2 pages of crap 15 or probably lower marks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You gotta love my major even more dontcha'? :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;http://iwastesomuchtime.com/on/?i=1302&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Emma Watson trollfaces you! Ha! In your face!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Physics Law of Entrainment Theory&lt;/i&gt;, states that some specific sounds increases the rate of heartbeat of the human. For me, that specific sounds had always been the sound of your laughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7600374733636513613-3118283879517722977?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/3118283879517722977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/09/marksss.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/3118283879517722977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/3118283879517722977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/09/marksss.html' title='Marksss'/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-4361541686980860132</id><published>2011-09-09T02:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T03:25:37.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Booom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chest congestion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, it feels so back then. Scientifically, I doubt you can have one without literally having one. But yea I suppose it's analogy many may use. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It just means your chest is suffocating in there and about to explode anytime soon along with the beating heart, lungs, pieces of bronchus, some bones maybe, perhaps the collar bones, the ribs, oh oh like how the baby aliens pop out from the chest of their human inhibitors in the movie aliens, maybe some intestines - they are about 8m of them so I am pretty sure some are gonna come along with the force of the chest explosion. Ah of course with lots and lots of blood too spilling like a fountain similarly from all those gory and horror films. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7600374733636513613-4361541686980860132?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/4361541686980860132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/09/booom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/4361541686980860132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/4361541686980860132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/09/booom.html' title='Booom!'/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-7142203543331001990</id><published>2011-09-01T18:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T05:26:18.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fics goes Real</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="height: 390px; width: 640px" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VSkYbgxl93Y?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VSkYbgxl93Y?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wonderfully written. When we look back at the past, we get caught up in the present so much that sometimes we forget the important things that matters. Important yet so brittle in the memories. Like in the occasions of knowing there's something like that, but we could never fully bring back the exact content of the memory. It's all blurry and parts missing. Like the times we take examinations. We know which page or slide, but the slide or page is somehow empty. Barely remembering the frame of what it holds but not the contents. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reality or fiction. We all want both if possible. Deciding how things would turn out by our own hands, outcomes or results that we desperately wish for. Often, we would have wish for this and that, what we should have, could have and would have. Memories have their own important roles. there comes titles like these - &lt;i&gt;The Forgotten Memories, Memories of Nobody&lt;/i&gt; etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is as real as it gets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When fiction turns reality - the moments of our beating hearts, screw up nervous system, and our mind goes hair wire but nevertheless the best moment we all truly love yet we can still forget them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7600374733636513613-7142203543331001990?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7142203543331001990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/09/fics-goes-real.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/7142203543331001990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/7142203543331001990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/09/fics-goes-real.html' title='Fics goes Real'/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-5355498350314995326</id><published>2011-08-31T02:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T02:39:27.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raindrops are never alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="height: 390px; width: 640px" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pSrXMFcQ4dY?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pSrXMFcQ4dY?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The bitter &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the sweet &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object style="height: 390px; width: 640px" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wtBk6Y5b-Nc?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wtBk6Y5b-Nc?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The description is just plain awesome on "When five fell" . There are moments when I just miss those times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;What does a perfect day taste like? Her lips&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7600374733636513613-5355498350314995326?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5355498350314995326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/08/raindrops-are-never-alone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/5355498350314995326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/5355498350314995326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/08/raindrops-are-never-alone.html' title='Raindrops are never alone'/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-8366196832914486940</id><published>2011-08-31T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T01:15:59.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Show her she's loved. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and tell her she's beautiful.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;object style="height: 390px; width: 640px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r_8ydghbGSg?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r_8ydghbGSg?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7600374733636513613-8366196832914486940?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8366196832914486940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/08/show-her-shes-loved.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/8366196832914486940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/8366196832914486940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/08/show-her-shes-loved.html' title=''/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-20240474725257214</id><published>2011-08-25T04:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T04:21:05.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Martyr</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iZ7V3aOiNos/TlVaUpDK3QI/AAAAAAAAAmo/X5wpF_SOI1o/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-08-10%2Bat%2B4.23.37%2BAM.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iZ7V3aOiNos/TlVaUpDK3QI/AAAAAAAAAmo/X5wpF_SOI1o/s320/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-08-10%2Bat%2B4.23.37%2BAM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644517018641816834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;True to that. He does make some really good points. Tumblr do have a thousand and one things to read and see. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What do we love about you when you ask? There, that's the answer, the minor little details that matters, which most of the time you girls would think it's too cheesy to say so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How often are we viewed as this way? We are often stereotyped as assholes and jerks most of the time. I cant really blame them, thanks to the minority/a lot nowadays? bunch of idiots out there that makes most men seem, ........bad?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bahhh, it's almost impossible to understand that such thoughts do occur in our minds and neither will we men understand the thoughts going through on the women side. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A man in love is no simple thing, he'll die for you too - even without the vow of "death do us apart" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7600374733636513613-20240474725257214?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/20240474725257214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/08/martyr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/20240474725257214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/20240474725257214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/08/martyr.html' title='Martyr'/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iZ7V3aOiNos/TlVaUpDK3QI/AAAAAAAAAmo/X5wpF_SOI1o/s72-c/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-08-10%2Bat%2B4.23.37%2BAM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-4418137102964012928</id><published>2011-08-13T02:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T02:26:09.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catchy</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="height: 390px; width: 640px" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bw9CALKOvAI?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bw9CALKOvAI?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im normally not interested in this kinda girl band. But damn this song is catchy. And woooo damn, they are hotttttttt x] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is exactly songs as catchy as these gets stuck in your head D: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Blah. I can see why jia foong is say their figure is fawesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7600374733636513613-4418137102964012928?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/4418137102964012928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/08/catchy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/4418137102964012928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/4418137102964012928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/08/catchy.html' title='Catchy'/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-8612448694732625522</id><published>2011-08-12T15:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T16:10:04.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lingers and tingles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object style="height: 390px; width: 640px" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/axqb4AtEYHA?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/axqb4AtEYHA?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Raped the reply button on this one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The other day I was watching a movie when it occurred to me something. Doctors over the years have been doing research and coming up with antidotes and cures for every sickness and health disease there is. My majoring field too, has been coming with therapies, overviews, principles and interventions to help people with their behavioral and psychological problems or mental disorders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But then this question came to my mind "&lt;i&gt;I wonder if there is any cure to missing someone?&lt;/i&gt;" How do you even cure it? Hypothetically, if there was a cure. If those longingness for that person is so to say "cured", would that defeat the purpose to miss that someone? If that longing is gone, would that also affect the feelings this person have to that person? When you miss a person, I believe it's because we all love that person do we not? Be it a family member, a friend or a spouse I think it pretty much works the same for everyone, no? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This lingering tingly feeling that always stroll the streets of your heart or mind does not usually pass by easily as "Oh it's just some stupid emotion" . It stays there like an anchor and gets. stuck.  It isnt like some OCD(obsessive-compulsve disorder) kind of thing where given the awareness of the things you are doing are actually by choice, like when that person is nervous he chooses to wash his hands and not doing out of his disorder. Also this is applied if Reality Therapy was to be applied. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hypothetically with the cure, it actually may help in a certain ways. Like spouse, families or people who hold on dearly to that feeling might actually help them to move on. Or helping people with depressions over these broken relationships, lost siblings or families which subsequently would lead to other diseases or mental disorders. Would this so called "cure" destroy what's left of the feelings that hold the emotions and memories they once had together too? So many uncertainties. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But then again, did  God ever missed Jesus during the duration he was sent to earth? Or has he even missed us his children? Perhaps we were made this way and not everything must be cured. I for one do miss a few people, 2 in particular. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do you miss someone? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7600374733636513613-8612448694732625522?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8612448694732625522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/08/raped-reply-button-on-this-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/8612448694732625522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/8612448694732625522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/08/raped-reply-button-on-this-one.html' title='Lingers and tingles'/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-7428042684480786560</id><published>2011-08-02T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T19:30:54.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trolololol</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object style="height: 390px; width: 640px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FpPydJPuAEs?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FpPydJPuAEs?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am so so doing this next time hahahaha &amp;gt;:3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U1j-8EYd96M/TjfeF4NO8UI/AAAAAAAAAmg/k-PAJ9YYIdA/s1600/216755_227931990579022_100000866687224_571802_2796604_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U1j-8EYd96M/TjfeF4NO8UI/AAAAAAAAAmg/k-PAJ9YYIdA/s320/216755_227931990579022_100000866687224_571802_2796604_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636217651246068034" style="cursor: pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 161px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VBaU8MDhwEA/TjPdZk2z7sI/AAAAAAAAAmY/LFSMEtsSgmY/s320/262911_10150258680028541_166542418540_7721918_5008324_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635090990230662850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:D soh kuteee &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7600374733636513613-174011344464644939?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/174011344464644939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/07/d-soh-kuteee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/174011344464644939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/174011344464644939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/07/d-soh-kuteee.html' title=''/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VBaU8MDhwEA/TjPdZk2z7sI/AAAAAAAAAmY/LFSMEtsSgmY/s72-c/262911_10150258680028541_166542418540_7721918_5008324_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-9107486421360015517</id><published>2011-07-30T18:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T18:19:27.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12 hours of intake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-744I8qxHMNY/TjPXV0cd8dI/AAAAAAAAAlw/ft5HplQzCdQ/s1600/IMG_0925.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-744I8qxHMNY/TjPXV0cd8dI/AAAAAAAAAlw/ft5HplQzCdQ/s320/IMG_0925.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635084328625893842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the place where I had that 12 hours buffet marathon. We were so indulged in the food we totally forgot to take pictures. Probably since I developed the habit of conserving my phone battery on long day out trips, I lost the habit of taking a little photo here and there too. iPhone battery life span significantly decreases after a year's usage. I wonder how much 4g is better off compared to 3gs. Hmmm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C_fgDlAqJ_o/TjPXWdM2jGI/AAAAAAAAAl4/FKlRQyLE_lg/s1600/IMG_0924.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C_fgDlAqJ_o/TjPXWdM2jGI/AAAAAAAAAl4/FKlRQyLE_lg/s320/IMG_0924.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635084339566251106" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I only got this shot out of the 5 of us and apparently it was for the custard she was holding! Everyone is cutting their hair short. Like short short. Look at her, she just did too :S &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3jNKmaNo4pg/TjPXWhNjoUI/AAAAAAAAAmA/Gb7_QUNTYr4/s1600/IMG_0927.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3jNKmaNo4pg/TjPXWhNjoUI/AAAAAAAAAmA/Gb7_QUNTYr4/s320/IMG_0927.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635084340642947394" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's the meat. Beef. Fresh roasted when I went for a plate. :D and damn it was superb. Tender and meaty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-feytwSfRocE/TjPY_QF01-I/AAAAAAAAAmI/8Hd8Wg8TWTc/s1600/261995_216676858371893_100000887422015_638012_2628741_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-feytwSfRocE/TjPY_QF01-I/AAAAAAAAAmI/8Hd8Wg8TWTc/s320/261995_216676858371893_100000887422015_638012_2628741_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635086139933382626" style="cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dabao &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vLhbkv47raY/TjPZUl8oCrI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/9J7FJbc0MOo/s1600/270360_222461387793440_100000887422015_661592_4203148_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vLhbkv47raY/TjPZUl8oCrI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/9J7FJbc0MOo/s320/270360_222461387793440_100000887422015_661592_4203148_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635086506577627826" style="cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7600374733636513613-9107486421360015517?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/9107486421360015517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/07/12-hours-of-intake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/9107486421360015517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/9107486421360015517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/07/12-hours-of-intake.html' title='12 hours of intake'/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-744I8qxHMNY/TjPXV0cd8dI/AAAAAAAAAlw/ft5HplQzCdQ/s72-c/IMG_0925.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-5702420058632773575</id><published>2011-07-28T12:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T03:36:48.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Note to self : &lt;i&gt;Never do another 12 hour buffet marathon EVER&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On side note, (:D))) trollfaceeee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;object style="height: 390px; width: 640px" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uEUdpeOjtxw?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uEUdpeOjtxw?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh oh, Look look. it's Soniaaaa again. *super big smiley that shows ma yellow teeth*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's not about the beauty beauty beauty, I need your smiley smiley smiley :O &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7600374733636513613-5702420058632773575?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5702420058632773575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/07/note-to-self-never-do-another-12-hour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/5702420058632773575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/5702420058632773575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/07/note-to-self-never-do-another-12-hour.html' title=''/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-2077030806003542549</id><published>2011-07-27T14:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T15:12:07.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am Legal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I never thought I would had done something so ridiculous - for 2 consecutive weekends, I spent them on walking around the boutiques in Ipoh. From high to low I searched and walked. All for a darn piece of scarf. Those boutiques, seem to be never ending like literally. God, cant even imagine myself actually doing that. Ipoh fashion sense is really on the brink. It's so lousy the clothing and products they have -__- . Scarfs are hard to pick, they either are so darn plain, or the have so many fanciful colours and patterns that makes it looks horrible or they have such nice design but stupid pattern makes them so damn old looking. So, finally I found a piece at ipoh garden south. Happy ma wei leng? Stupid potato!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of my 21 years of life, I had receive many type of presents for my birthday from underwears, boxers to phones, gadgets and pc. As your age grows significantly the presents changes proportionally to it. But heck no, on my 21st birthday, the day I am at LEGAL AGE to gamble and do whatever shit I want not that I havent :p I got thisss : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bUTNFCmPFo8/Ti-zBvrhvxI/AAAAAAAAAlY/f9X3f6BvTaI/s1600/IMG_0921.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bUTNFCmPFo8/Ti-zBvrhvxI/AAAAAAAAAlY/f9X3f6BvTaI/s320/IMG_0921.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633918501424054034" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sesame Street. I have not watch it since I was 4. It's bad enough it's a sesame street book and wait there's more below the title. A FREAKING POP UP BOOK. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uS2tG3nFAww/Ti-zCHQid-I/AAAAAAAAAlo/ISEiVnmZJQA/s1600/IMG_0932.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uS2tG3nFAww/Ti-zCHQid-I/AAAAAAAAAlo/ISEiVnmZJQA/s320/IMG_0932.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633918507753306082" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Holy crap look at how it pop outs. Oscar and his pop up trash can. Look at that, it teaches you english!! Proper english not like some crappy english taught in lecture classes. =S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mfk6caY9s8o/Ti-zB5a2qYI/AAAAAAAAAlg/hURpCSdkGu0/s1600/IMG_0933.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mfk6caY9s8o/Ti-zB5a2qYI/AAAAAAAAAlg/hURpCSdkGu0/s320/IMG_0933.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633918504038476162" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Nan yang university? traitor! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The last page is a nightmare. It almost pop right into my face as I flipped through it. Holy shit. But then again, it doesnt matter. The book is so darn cute. Sometimes I really do not know if I still should say you are childish or the other way round, stupid potato -.- The idea of present exchange was silly. Look at this book. My mom gonna roll on floor laugh till she dies when she sees me bring this back home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyhow, Happy Belated Birthday Potato! &amp;gt;;p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This book reminds me of the young hyper active unsitable(is there even such word?!) thin boy back when I was 4 who speaks like a guai low accent.  (I was thin ok last time!) Everytime I called up my mom at office back then, her colleagues always thought she adopted a white boy as a son! Well, now Im half american in the inside tho. It's time to move on as grown man now :S Now about that, uncertainties is and always be a problem. Nevertheless, it's time to move on to the soon-to-be working world and my plans for my future! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object style="height: 390px; width: 640px" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KcAm3T431Pk?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KcAm3T431Pk?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The little remnants - I see sparks fly, every single time you smile. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7600374733636513613-2077030806003542549?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/2077030806003542549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/07/am-legal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/2077030806003542549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/2077030806003542549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/07/am-legal.html' title='Am Legal'/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bUTNFCmPFo8/Ti-zBvrhvxI/AAAAAAAAAlY/f9X3f6BvTaI/s72-c/IMG_0921.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-1176797254214017585</id><published>2011-07-10T07:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T08:18:58.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More is Less</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I look at blogspot, I get depressed. And I look at my blog, it looks dead. What am I even still doing here?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lately I have been complaining pretty much about everything. From how lousy utar is, which actually isnt as bad as I always complain about tho not up to the standards like monash etc etc, to people in utar on how they give public speaking and to the little things like taking a bus ride to campus or the food I eat and when digi has no line. I even complain how easily I get body aches from sports lately. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pulling late nights are even getting a little troublesome for me. Finishing a black label with 3 or should I say 3 1/2 people is also getting hard. Crap. Im too old for this shit, literally. I remember how easy it was to finish it alone back in those days when I was pretty wild with the liquors. Beers were like fruit juice while stout and hard liquors were the main cuisine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at Job, a man of high faith. Richness of abudance, slaves in dozens, owns vast lands, ever faithful to God and a family, all by the blessings of God alone. Then, he was stripped of his abundance, lost his lands, his home, and the servants he had had gone away. To top it up, his children lives were taken away, where his wife curses upon God. This man, has every right to complain. Complain and make noise of questions filled with reason desired. Why this, why that, why now, why didnt, why cant, why and why. He lost property, authority, money and even his loved ones. Some even said, Job has the strongest faith among all, yet this chain of disasters landed upon him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who am I or for many of us in that matter to complain about the petty little things that doesnt do shit to us. Most of us have properties, money that is enough to survive, our loved ones around us even if the family's broken, at least not lost, proper meals, comfortable clothings to wear, shoes to protect our feet, air-con to counter the ever crazy heat, HANDPHONES which many hold on to them like it's part of their body, education, and the list can really go on. Even the Africans has every of our right to complain before any of us city dwellers do. Look at them, food is hard to get, some of them even eat sand, the kids brought to this world along with the diseases their parents have, i doubt even half of them ever get to grow up. They live in poverty, sand and mud mostly, while we have skyscrapers and roads. Kids their age have only twigs and handmade grass toy like things to play with, when the city people have dslr and ipads to simply throw around with.  They, these africans dont even have the chance to even complain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes more is less and those complaining moments are it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BGJgy25CBuY/ThjvWVdSecI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/ocgAHorxJhY/s1600/tumblr_lhydtuJI8A1qaobbko1_500.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BGJgy25CBuY/ThjvWVdSecI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/ocgAHorxJhY/s320/tumblr_lhydtuJI8A1qaobbko1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627510901395585474" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 236px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7600374733636513613-1176797254214017585?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1176797254214017585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/07/more-is-less.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/1176797254214017585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/1176797254214017585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/07/more-is-less.html' title='More is Less'/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BGJgy25CBuY/ThjvWVdSecI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/ocgAHorxJhY/s72-c/tumblr_lhydtuJI8A1qaobbko1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-5264973268610325156</id><published>2011-06-25T04:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T02:31:33.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outcomes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lately, I've been hanging out with my lecturer quite often, since we're both loners at the campus. We both like doing things alone. But yeah well aside of that, since we both usually hang out with my friends who all mostly at intern, so it's just me, him and sometimes another tutor, snowbell. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The other day we were having this conversation, about his past. He was a believer too and i dont know if he was strong but he was a bloody youth leader at his church time during his younger days. Well at least when he was a believer. The topic went on to his past girlfriends, the events that he went through and made him the guy he is today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was curious how he became such a guy and backslided. He's good looking, smart and i can say rich. Everything perfect for a boyfriend to be or we would call it "&lt;i&gt;husband material"&lt;/i&gt; and there's a "but". There's always a "but" to someone. Despite being everything of that, he cannot and will never be faithful to his girlfriend, at least for now he says. Tho, he says he is trying and says it's like smoking, a habit. We both are from the same major, and better to know yet, I am not to judge and rather give opportunity to them to change and be empthatic. Habit takes time to change. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cheating on your partner, was always against my idea and certainly something I could never do, at least not with a conscious mind. However, for him, it's just another piece of cake. After the incidents with his first girlfriend who turns out to be a psychotic, a historian personality disorder person, his belief towards alot of things started to change, and that's when he started cheating - two timer-ing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was such a damn upright straight model boyfriend and at that, many girls would want to die for a guy like him not that now he doesnt, but he'll eventually break their hearts now.  I couldnt believe it myself that he had turned out to be the person he is today. Lives on one night stands, and hammering other people's girlfriends. I came to understand a little better of him and also a few things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In cases of when someone goes through some hardcore shit ass issues in life, a traumatic event and so on, it's either :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. their beliefs starts to distort or distorts completely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. remain somewhat the same, and get stronger(update version :p)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To put simply, they go bad or choose to remain who they are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Going through that the time he had with his psychotic gf, has distorted his belief in love and the gospel. He doesnt believe about love anymore even with the recent ex of his, he dated and at the same time slept with other women. Gospel, its just another bedtime story to him, partly because of his congregation's hypocrites that turn him away from god. Cheating is a habit, and guilty free for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yet, I cant blame any of them. Humans are fragile. Perhaps it's the society. It's only natural for humans to react in such once their once comfortable bubbles are broken. It's a self-defense mechanism for them to either repress, regress, project, denial, sublime and so on to people around them, objects around or to themselves. Their bubble of self-regard, that makes them who they are : self-esteem, beliefs, views, perceptions and acceptance towards a matter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Somehow I am glad that I did not turn into like my lecturer. After the heartbreak event, I still believe in love for god is love or lose the contents of my once broken bubble that makes me the person  i am. Perhaps certain things and beliefs cease to have changed a little, I am sure that my beliefs are not distorted nor have I been beating myself up or perhaps stopped at it already. Glad for many things actually. Glad that I didnt turn to the darkside though it has been tempting, very in fact. Glad that the contents of my broken bubble did not went scattering. All this, I really want to give a huge and mighty thanks to Jesus and also to a brother and friend of mine, Winson. Maybe a little too much blessing at the tummy eh jesus? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8YUBETkFLao/TgULZiUQy9I/AAAAAAAAAlI/0YKG1D6KkIE/s1600/253587_10150208267828157_731018156_7345832_3131104_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8YUBETkFLao/TgULZiUQy9I/AAAAAAAAAlI/0YKG1D6KkIE/s320/253587_10150208267828157_731018156_7345832_3131104_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621912243178359762" style="cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I find this very cute. True to what they say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vC-7brLo9sU/TgUEC4_F6LI/AAAAAAAAAlA/nMuOvpUvyvk/s1600/260586_10150328336344115_577249114_9799269_3760745_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vC-7brLo9sU/TgUEC4_F6LI/AAAAAAAAAlA/nMuOvpUvyvk/s320/260586_10150328336344115_577249114_9799269_3760745_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621904157545195698" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Smiles ! :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7600374733636513613-5264973268610325156?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5264973268610325156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/06/outcomes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/5264973268610325156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/5264973268610325156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/06/outcomes.html' title='Outcomes'/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8YUBETkFLao/TgULZiUQy9I/AAAAAAAAAlI/0YKG1D6KkIE/s72-c/253587_10150208267828157_731018156_7345832_3131104_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-3172202231521268401</id><published>2011-06-23T19:05:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T20:14:51.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let me tell you a love story of a two friends that I have known for a long time. Everybody loves love story dont they?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;About 2 weeks ago, we had rehearsal in a certain church. Families and friends gathered to have a run through of a certain program that follows up the next day. And it sort of went like in the pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FpYrMjFbArU/TgMfOo0WQUI/AAAAAAAAAiY/yYfWH5DrbOc/s1600/251649_10150326360319115_577249114_9772020_1219159_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FpYrMjFbArU/TgMfOo0WQUI/AAAAAAAAAiY/yYfWH5DrbOc/s1600/251649_10150326360319115_577249114_9772020_1219159_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FpYrMjFbArU/TgMfOo0WQUI/AAAAAAAAAiY/yYfWH5DrbOc/s320/251649_10150326360319115_577249114_9772020_1219159_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621371096224121154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fWntcKYX8eo/TgMfO7FZbrI/AAAAAAAAAig/BIU00VoeJIo/s1600/259834_10150326362859115_577249114_9772085_921683_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fWntcKYX8eo/TgMfO7FZbrI/AAAAAAAAAig/BIU00VoeJIo/s320/259834_10150326362859115_577249114_9772085_921683_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621371101127470770" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-74OMtynWJ_E/TgMfOwjoB3I/AAAAAAAAAio/RU-EkURVG0A/s1600/260159_10150326360489115_577249114_9772025_5103926_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-74OMtynWJ_E/TgMfOwjoB3I/AAAAAAAAAio/RU-EkURVG0A/s320/260159_10150326360489115_577249114_9772025_5103926_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621371098301466482" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pretty much these rings. These will the items symbolizing the commitment of their love, life, and future together. Well of course, it's much more than just that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So on the following morning, some of us families and friends gathered wayyy early in the morning at the certain church for preparations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f7Uk9KpSdME/TgMfPUqSuFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/jHklsiJ69xQ/s1600/252879_10150326366739115_577249114_9772146_746620_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f7Uk9KpSdME/TgMfPUqSuFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/jHklsiJ69xQ/s320/252879_10150326366739115_577249114_9772146_746620_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621371107993106514" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Disposing of the available puppets I have to work! :3 Move my puppets, move! gahahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yf5Hl55UcgE/TgMhTDf1g8I/AAAAAAAAAjA/yHorJ0mrr50/s1600/254519_10150326367429115_577249114_9772162_6523306_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yf5Hl55UcgE/TgMhTDf1g8I/AAAAAAAAAjA/yHorJ0mrr50/s320/254519_10150326367429115_577249114_9772162_6523306_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621373371128579010" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f7Uk9KpSdME/TgMfPUqSuFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/jHklsiJ69xQ/s1600/252879_10150326366739115_577249114_9772146_746620_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y26pB27-DU4/TgMfPPLcQuI/AAAAAAAAAiw/lPVqqrVBojk/s1600/252529_2052685926783_1533585755_2264049_3130635_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y26pB27-DU4/TgMfPPLcQuI/AAAAAAAAAiw/lPVqqrVBojk/s1600/252529_2052685926783_1533585755_2264049_3130635_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y26pB27-DU4/TgMfPPLcQuI/AAAAAAAAAiw/lPVqqrVBojk/s320/252529_2052685926783_1533585755_2264049_3130635_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621371106521531106" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the after of decorations. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y26pB27-DU4/TgMfPPLcQuI/AAAAAAAAAiw/lPVqqrVBojk/s1600/252529_2052685926783_1533585755_2264049_3130635_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Florist decorates the church. I'd say they did it quite a good job. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S7Tb2877k88/TgMhTBTzSWI/AAAAAAAAAjI/x_tGBhy2520/s1600/255691_2046077441575_1533585755_2253886_5757735_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S7Tb2877k88/TgMhTBTzSWI/AAAAAAAAAjI/x_tGBhy2520/s320/255691_2046077441575_1533585755_2253886_5757735_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621373370541230434" style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The boy patiently waits for the arrival of guest and his lovely girl in dress. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FCdEBXNQG2w/TgMhT3DMdSI/AAAAAAAAAjg/JFa6VzgwsGQ/s1600/255012_2049932977961_1533585755_2260271_8256228_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FCdEBXNQG2w/TgMhT3DMdSI/AAAAAAAAAjg/JFa6VzgwsGQ/s320/255012_2049932977961_1533585755_2260271_8256228_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621373384967091490" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The boy and his bestman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FCdEBXNQG2w/TgMhT3DMdSI/AAAAAAAAAjg/JFa6VzgwsGQ/s1600/255012_2049932977961_1533585755_2260271_8256228_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t1fR1wDq3rk/TgMhTewIHQI/AAAAAAAAAjY/d6tTu5dfLII/s1600/254433_2049953698479_1533585755_2260291_5150488_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-78VSruS2Gk0/TgMhTVVMq7I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/u8g2OzxM9A4/s1600/247013_2058558033582_1533585755_2269894_4297642_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-78VSruS2Gk0/TgMhTVVMq7I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/u8g2OzxM9A4/s320/247013_2058558033582_1533585755_2269894_4297642_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621373375915797426" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finally the bride arrives, well not in a pumpkin carriage with white horses and stuff but in a bright red volkswagen with a teddy bear infront!! ahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t1fR1wDq3rk/TgMhTewIHQI/AAAAAAAAAjY/d6tTu5dfLII/s1600/254433_2049953698479_1533585755_2260291_5150488_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t1fR1wDq3rk/TgMhTewIHQI/AAAAAAAAAjY/d6tTu5dfLII/s320/254433_2049953698479_1533585755_2260291_5150488_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621373378444664066" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The girl marches in elegantly, accompanied by her dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i3PUdfBchLM/TgMiCUP91eI/AAAAAAAAAjo/2uaNpe7EqB8/s1600/248638_2052849010860_1533585755_2264146_753657_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i3PUdfBchLM/TgMiCUP91eI/AAAAAAAAAjo/2uaNpe7EqB8/s320/248638_2052849010860_1533585755_2264146_753657_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621374183079269858" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thus, starts the ceremony of the church wedding by the pastor. Bunch of vows were to be recited for both the boy and the girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Till death do us a part" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0ABuVzzUR6k/TgMmmTGJxnI/AAAAAAAAAkI/grrHUGXyX4Q/s1600/246888_2046078561603_1533585755_2253890_5375520_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0ABuVzzUR6k/TgMmmTGJxnI/AAAAAAAAAkI/grrHUGXyX4Q/s320/246888_2046078561603_1533585755_2253890_5375520_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621379199291475570" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So finally boy and girl kisses, and now walks down the isle as man and women hand in hand as the most beautiful couple. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J53Rv0MPxLs/TgMiDP3Pr_I/AAAAAAAAAkA/2YUMowQL5BY/s1600/255715_2046077961588_1533585755_2253888_3414640_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uzJYhCGORCY/TgMiCt8oZXI/AAAAAAAAAjw/QkAhbynYEOU/s1600/250563_2046077721582_1533585755_2253887_7203302_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uzJYhCGORCY/TgMiCt8oZXI/AAAAAAAAAjw/QkAhbynYEOU/s320/250563_2046077721582_1533585755_2253887_7203302_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621374189977494898" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Joy I gotta say you look absolutely beautiful that day, and may that beauty in and out of yours be the star to Winson's heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The end? Not just yet, the boy has yet another battle to go before claiming the girl as his rightfully and lawfully wedded wife. That would be the chinese culture of us to go claim the girl in the morning at her house with brother in arms. A traditional culture of us chinese to go "&lt;i&gt;zip san leong&lt;/i&gt;" as mentioned to claim the girl, the boy and his brothers in arms known as "&lt;i&gt;heng dai" &lt;/i&gt;consisting of the good friends of the groom, have to go through a series of task set by the "&lt;i&gt;ji muis" &lt;/i&gt;or the sisters and friends of the bride. Yes, yes all of this just to gain access of the door to the house of the bride. Well, culture is culture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2fb6u61OlcA/TgMoFobQCfI/AAAAAAAAAko/8eXfb3CfxB0/s1600/260468_2068087271807_1533585755_2283274_7309432_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2fb6u61OlcA/TgMoFobQCfI/AAAAAAAAAko/8eXfb3CfxB0/s320/260468_2068087271807_1533585755_2283274_7309432_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621380837104683506" style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gathered at the groom's house in the morning, and our video camera guy who's gonna catch all our moments of suffering during the war with the girls. TRAITOR. But yeah well, he made up with taking up with one the task. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8UUHyq08eZY/TgMoEyE7ngI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/IAwDjnkw9ME/s1600/247813_2047423555227_1533585755_2256179_3413772_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8UUHyq08eZY/TgMoEyE7ngI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/IAwDjnkw9ME/s320/247813_2047423555227_1533585755_2256179_3413772_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621380822515555842" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;16! AAAAUHMMMM! AAAAUHMMMM! Sadly, we're no spartans. Look at our 1 packs and jelly like bellies with no biceps and stuff. Shitt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R_Bay2Zcppo/TgMoGKrMgFI/AAAAAAAAAkw/-KMSTDcpklk/s1600/261944_2060406919803_1533585755_2271400_764564_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R_Bay2Zcppo/TgMoGKrMgFI/AAAAAAAAAkw/-KMSTDcpklk/s320/261944_2060406919803_1533585755_2271400_764564_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621380846298366034" style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;War round 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R_Bay2Zcppo/TgMoGKrMgFI/AAAAAAAAAkw/-KMSTDcpklk/s1600/261944_2060406919803_1533585755_2271400_764564_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WyKdmFnaSA8/TgMoFN0xSoI/AAAAAAAAAkY/ZA4Y5R1wl4U/s1600/248362_10150328204204115_577249114_9797558_4926327_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WyKdmFnaSA8/TgMoFN0xSoI/AAAAAAAAAkY/ZA4Y5R1wl4U/s320/248362_10150328204204115_577249114_9797558_4926327_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621380829963963010" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;War round 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WyKdmFnaSA8/TgMoFN0xSoI/AAAAAAAAAkY/ZA4Y5R1wl4U/s1600/248362_10150328204204115_577249114_9797558_4926327_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sXOShacsgMo/TgMoFAW818I/AAAAAAAAAkg/PeBoDAAOiGA/s1600/255014_2060407479817_1533585755_2271403_3707439_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sXOShacsgMo/TgMoFAW818I/AAAAAAAAAkg/PeBoDAAOiGA/s320/255014_2060407479817_1533585755_2271403_3707439_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621380826349230018" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While we were at war, our beloved groom only comfortably sat there to made up some vows with the limited words given. Even King Leonidas went into battle with his soldiers, upfront somemore! damnit :p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So after several rounds of war, the boy gets to enter the house. Yay?! No you fools, he had to do one last thing, singgggg. Hahaha.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Yx0OqUyPWLI/TgMqJeEkyXI/AAAAAAAAAk4/nwf3uNA9EYs/s1600/262794_2060400719648_1533585755_2271378_6796522_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Yx0OqUyPWLI/TgMqJeEkyXI/AAAAAAAAAk4/nwf3uNA9EYs/s320/262794_2060400719648_1533585755_2271378_6796522_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621383102067951986" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sXOShacsgMo/TgMoFAW818I/AAAAAAAAAkg/PeBoDAAOiGA/s1600/255014_2060407479817_1533585755_2271403_3707439_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So yeah finally, VICTORYYYY!  Mission accomplished mate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ND2umxBJUPI/TgMiC7PAZoI/AAAAAAAAAj4/tlKjR_AxQPg/s1600/253646_2058558273588_1533585755_2269895_6287356_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ND2umxBJUPI/TgMiC7PAZoI/AAAAAAAAAj4/tlKjR_AxQPg/s320/253646_2058558273588_1533585755_2269895_6287356_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621374193544226434" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Winson Chee and Joy Chong may you guys never need to part again. Be true to each other, and in sickness and in health, in poverty and in richness, in everything love and honour each other. Till death do you guys apart :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7600374733636513613-3172202231521268401?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/3172202231521268401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/06/love-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/3172202231521268401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/3172202231521268401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/06/love-story.html' title='Love Story'/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FpYrMjFbArU/TgMfOo0WQUI/AAAAAAAAAiY/yYfWH5DrbOc/s72-c/251649_10150326360319115_577249114_9772020_1219159_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-2807858441387300708</id><published>2011-06-21T01:15:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T02:25:25.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Party Rock Prom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So yeah, i know it's about 2 months late, but who cares, I worked my ass off, thanks to a particular someone. I still blame him even up till now ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-29Jb3Jf6R8o/Tf-AdmunRyI/AAAAAAAAAdw/anXdbnoS7nQ/s1600/216315_2002995275845_1272484529_2523500_5456522_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-29Jb3Jf6R8o/Tf-AdmunRyI/AAAAAAAAAdw/anXdbnoS7nQ/s320/216315_2002995275845_1272484529_2523500_5456522_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620352106082289442" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shots before the event. We rushed from morning rehearsal till afternoon. And afterwards committee members had to go to saloon to get all of our hairs done at 3pm and we had to be there by 6pm. :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IktuHY3XcfA/Tf-BA1hTjUI/AAAAAAAAAeI/ARofCwi1djY/s1600/207308_2002685508101_1272484529_2523141_485717_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IktuHY3XcfA/Tf-BA1hTjUI/AAAAAAAAAeI/ARofCwi1djY/s320/207308_2002685508101_1272484529_2523141_485717_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620352711348424002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Started with dance crew, doing the opening ceremony :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K36fTUNNS2c/Tf-BNPHrxNI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/sWx4dnOl9T4/s1600/207245_2004986205617_1272484529_2525630_6631643_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K36fTUNNS2c/Tf-BNPHrxNI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/sWx4dnOl9T4/s320/207245_2004986205617_1272484529_2525630_6631643_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620352924378711250" style="cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here we are, the mc's for the night, Mellisa and Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4y4tXI0MiZc/Tf-Er59z6pI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/kcSo1a6K8I4/s1600/216284_2003031556752_1272484529_2523552_3727057_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4y4tXI0MiZc/Tf-Er59z6pI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/kcSo1a6K8I4/s320/216284_2003031556752_1272484529_2523552_3727057_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620356749810985618" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IfAu4h4hFSE/Tf-A53eyvBI/AAAAAAAAAeA/I6BbtjDeSdM/s1600/208276_2002673987813_1272484529_2523126_2021708_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IfAu4h4hFSE/Tf-A53eyvBI/AAAAAAAAAeA/I6BbtjDeSdM/s320/208276_2002673987813_1272484529_2523126_2021708_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620352591615671314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are my boys, and they did a hell of a good job. Best performing band I've seen thus far in Utar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IfAu4h4hFSE/Tf-A53eyvBI/AAAAAAAAAeA/I6BbtjDeSdM/s1600/208276_2002673987813_1272484529_2523126_2021708_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2oR95R4MSPE/Tf-AyQ6OkWI/AAAAAAAAAd4/T7m2CpLPd6c/s1600/208620_2002663627554_1272484529_2523078_4650203_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2oR95R4MSPE/Tf-AyQ6OkWI/AAAAAAAAAd4/T7m2CpLPd6c/s320/208620_2002663627554_1272484529_2523078_4650203_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620352461002674530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The vocalist did a cover on chris daughtry's song. It was legend, wait for it......, dary. LEGENDARY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2oR95R4MSPE/Tf-AyQ6OkWI/AAAAAAAAAd4/T7m2CpLPd6c/s1600/208620_2002663627554_1272484529_2523078_4650203_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ULz3h5hAAuk/Tf-BZdh8EeI/AAAAAAAAAeY/W3AljK7qJc0/s1600/215688_2004810481224_1272484529_2525381_1985629_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ULz3h5hAAuk/Tf-BZdh8EeI/AAAAAAAAAeY/W3AljK7qJc0/s320/215688_2004810481224_1272484529_2525381_1985629_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620353134405358050" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The people were much more active than I thought. That eased us a little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PwmVIj227sk/Tf-Bmq5w97I/AAAAAAAAAeg/Bjm3bOZci8k/s1600/215092_2002937834409_1272484529_2523417_6032869_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PwmVIj227sk/Tf-Bmq5w97I/AAAAAAAAAeg/Bjm3bOZci8k/s320/215092_2002937834409_1272484529_2523417_6032869_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620353361333254066" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;More dancing, and food was served. The food sucked. Kena con by Grand Kampar Hotel. Legal conmen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2j-Jij7XoP8/Tf-BxX7y6hI/AAAAAAAAAeo/4R-VNgPEudc/s1600/215934_2002722709031_1272484529_2523177_1459826_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2j-Jij7XoP8/Tf-BxX7y6hI/AAAAAAAAAeo/4R-VNgPEudc/s320/215934_2002722709031_1272484529_2523177_1459826_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620353545220057618" style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our very own performer, Mia Ong/Ah mi &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XhphEaY8zYg/Tf-B4Aa6ISI/AAAAAAAAAew/6nKxOE0vcsA/s1600/216364_2002726789133_1272484529_2523183_7440760_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XhphEaY8zYg/Tf-B4Aa6ISI/AAAAAAAAAew/6nKxOE0vcsA/s320/216364_2002726789133_1272484529_2523183_7440760_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620353659167187234" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We have a stage illusionist or people would call it magic. *poof* now you see, now you dont!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z5iCdvDdIPQ/Tf-CJjKLgoI/AAAAAAAAAe4/-13vhY1Ho3o/s1600/206706_2002942994538_1272484529_2523427_6973589_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z5iCdvDdIPQ/Tf-CJjKLgoI/AAAAAAAAAe4/-13vhY1Ho3o/s320/206706_2002942994538_1272484529_2523427_6973589_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620353960550040194" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Party rock-ing and more dancing. I cant find the second band picturesss. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oI90RdLcQoo/Tf-Cevgw3NI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ERSa93QREMs/s1600/207444_2004973525300_1272484529_2525622_318390_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oI90RdLcQoo/Tf-Cevgw3NI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ERSa93QREMs/s320/207444_2004973525300_1272484529_2525622_318390_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620354324643241170" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Best outfit candidatess! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5aBUjUggp2E/Tf-FmtkKLTI/AAAAAAAAAfw/lq5h1m5kMA4/s1600/206834_2004988165666_1272484529_2525631_8230245_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5aBUjUggp2E/Tf-FmtkKLTI/AAAAAAAAAfw/lq5h1m5kMA4/s320/206834_2004988165666_1272484529_2525631_8230245_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620357760094448946" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I ponder on his outfit for awhile. Doesnt look anyhow formal at all. But oh wells, he got it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w0P_dQA121o/Tf-ErZW4XfI/AAAAAAAAAfI/LshCLDSqoT0/s1600/216514_2004978725430_1272484529_2525627_290280_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w0P_dQA121o/Tf-ErZW4XfI/AAAAAAAAAfI/LshCLDSqoT0/s320/216514_2004978725430_1272484529_2525627_290280_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620356741057764850" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Best dress. (this one was fluke -.- it's obvious the other girl should have won) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EtshnL714Fg/Tf-EsJQA9xI/AAAAAAAAAfY/abVLfhNUkWI/s1600/216444_2005033766806_1272484529_2525659_6465062_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EtshnL714Fg/Tf-EsJQA9xI/AAAAAAAAAfY/abVLfhNUkWI/s320/216444_2005033766806_1272484529_2525659_6465062_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620356753913870098" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and we have prom queen and king candidates. It should have gone by voting in a boxxxx. But nooo, they had to do it, 38 style. Loudest cheer. Screw meee upside down. That is so so so lousy way of doing it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pEHcdi0A5i0/Tf-GTCdW9GI/AAAAAAAAAgY/v3pMm1zVFaQ/s1600/207050_2005037726905_1272484529_2525671_7576335_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pEHcdi0A5i0/Tf-GTCdW9GI/AAAAAAAAAgY/v3pMm1zVFaQ/s320/207050_2005037726905_1272484529_2525671_7576335_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620358521617314914" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He danced SNSD song. Cant believe my eyes LOL &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SiG1Yuwlnlg/Tf-FnnEAsfI/AAAAAAAAAgI/GZe_djCI7hM/s1600/205723_2004871882759_1272484529_2525467_2662900_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SiG1Yuwlnlg/Tf-FnnEAsfI/AAAAAAAAAgI/GZe_djCI7hM/s320/205723_2004871882759_1272484529_2525467_2662900_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620357775528866290" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This guy here my friends, did the most romantic shit in the history of our batch of students. Benjamin here said something like :-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Uhmm, look at me la, i have nothing to show or perform, I'll probably be a bouncing round ball if there is any" &lt;/i&gt;*crowd laughs*  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I would like to take the opportunity here to tell Deborah Au *censored* tons of mushy mooshy stuff. I am glad to have met you and I Love You" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and flowers given and a smoochie smuacks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I swear right then, 90% of the girls in the hall wanted to be in that shoes of Deborah. Look at the tears and watery eyes. Ya know that sort of face girls make when they are touched and etc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next up, prom queen candidates, cat walking : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1amBGtOBjTs/Tf-EtOwVC1I/AAAAAAAAAfo/pvCRi8My-SY/s1600/215972_2005039446948_1272484529_2525674_244047_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1amBGtOBjTs/Tf-EtOwVC1I/AAAAAAAAAfo/pvCRi8My-SY/s320/215972_2005039446948_1272484529_2525674_244047_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620356772571450194" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 295px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that should have been a very appropriate dress/gown to be worn on such occasion. Quote from tommy boi "maximum cleavage" LOL but in my opinion that is a one fine dress. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dont know her name and apparently, appears to be senior it seems. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oC4C3CeLtQE/Tf-FnPGYtnI/AAAAAAAAAf4/gyXNd3U7J8o/s1600/217605_2005039006937_1272484529_2525673_8247241_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oC4C3CeLtQE/Tf-FnPGYtnI/AAAAAAAAAf4/gyXNd3U7J8o/s320/217605_2005039006937_1272484529_2525673_8247241_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620357769096377970" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sze zia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sl7aTsrHOoU/Tf-EsrCO9sI/AAAAAAAAAfg/i4AhxsXa1CA/s1600/215123_2005040126965_1272484529_2525675_2002692_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sl7aTsrHOoU/Tf-EsrCO9sI/AAAAAAAAAfg/i4AhxsXa1CA/s320/215123_2005040126965_1272484529_2525675_2002692_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620356762982872770" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 299px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;consva :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7YH90NFJ4Qo/Tf-FnPYO5XI/AAAAAAAAAgA/9n6eVyHHCGk/s1600/207543_2005042527025_1272484529_2525679_350483_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7YH90NFJ4Qo/Tf-FnPYO5XI/AAAAAAAAAgA/9n6eVyHHCGk/s1600/207543_2005042527025_1272484529_2525679_350483_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7YH90NFJ4Qo/Tf-FnPYO5XI/AAAAAAAAAgA/9n6eVyHHCGk/s320/207543_2005042527025_1272484529_2525679_350483_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620357769171232114" style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So after the shouts and cheers, we are left with the prom queen and prom king, Consva and Joseph. The prom went on and COUGHpartyrockCOUGH much around. And Lotsa camera shots taken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7YH90NFJ4Qo/Tf-FnPYO5XI/AAAAAAAAAgA/9n6eVyHHCGk/s1600/207543_2005042527025_1272484529_2525679_350483_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ANL16GN3CbM/Tf-IyivQqtI/AAAAAAAAAh4/hS5mrwz7bgQ/s1600/217080_2004755319845_1272484529_2525340_4242108_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ANL16GN3CbM/Tf-IyivQqtI/AAAAAAAAAh4/hS5mrwz7bgQ/s320/217080_2004755319845_1272484529_2525340_4242108_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620361261881535186" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ANL16GN3CbM/Tf-IyivQqtI/AAAAAAAAAh4/hS5mrwz7bgQ/s1600/217080_2004755319845_1272484529_2525340_4242108_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They were the first couple to do the ballroom dance. Sweet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9nwZosWBMM/Tf-GaesC6NI/AAAAAAAAAg4/RTj-HaFv9q4/s1600/216751_2003011076240_1272484529_2523517_2834518_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9nwZosWBMM/Tf-GaesC6NI/AAAAAAAAAg4/RTj-HaFv9q4/s1600/216751_2003011076240_1272484529_2523517_2834518_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9nwZosWBMM/Tf-GaesC6NI/AAAAAAAAAg4/RTj-HaFv9q4/s320/216751_2003011076240_1272484529_2523517_2834518_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620358649454192850" style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ah mi and Mellisa, the bitches who we bitch around with. Love them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9nwZosWBMM/Tf-GaesC6NI/AAAAAAAAAg4/RTj-HaFv9q4/s1600/216751_2003011076240_1272484529_2523517_2834518_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PnLsVf3-_Zg/Tf-GZxRqZoI/AAAAAAAAAgw/sC_EPbX6jEE/s1600/215322_2004913483799_1272484529_2525556_2026235_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PnLsVf3-_Zg/Tf-GZxRqZoI/AAAAAAAAAgw/sC_EPbX6jEE/s320/215322_2004913483799_1272484529_2525556_2026235_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620358637263939202" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tommy boi here had purple hair and blonde it right before prom just for the dance. One of my closer friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PnLsVf3-_Zg/Tf-GZxRqZoI/AAAAAAAAAgw/sC_EPbX6jEE/s1600/215322_2004913483799_1272484529_2525556_2026235_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bAG5PvzTubk/Tf-GYjU0ZTI/AAAAAAAAAgo/ju-vBj70lzU/s1600/208468_2004905883609_1272484529_2525542_451482_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bAG5PvzTubk/Tf-GYjU0ZTI/AAAAAAAAAgo/ju-vBj70lzU/s320/208468_2004905883609_1272484529_2525542_451482_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620358616339211570" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jia Yong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bAG5PvzTubk/Tf-GYjU0ZTI/AAAAAAAAAgo/ju-vBj70lzU/s1600/208468_2004905883609_1272484529_2525542_451482_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_h2F7mhaJwA/Tf-GToXU69I/AAAAAAAAAgg/IeFPh7_IrNA/s1600/208420_2004799120940_1272484529_2525370_5738833_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_h2F7mhaJwA/Tf-GToXU69I/AAAAAAAAAgg/IeFPh7_IrNA/s320/208420_2004799120940_1272484529_2525370_5738833_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620358531792563154" style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tzvqeW5XPbk/Tf-IyIjv1zI/AAAAAAAAAho/emV1eN4pBjA/s1600/217482_2004808721180_1272484529_2525378_1381249_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tzvqeW5XPbk/Tf-IyIjv1zI/AAAAAAAAAho/emV1eN4pBjA/s320/217482_2004808721180_1272484529_2525378_1381249_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620361254853924658" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_h2F7mhaJwA/Tf-GToXU69I/AAAAAAAAAgg/IeFPh7_IrNA/s1600/208420_2004799120940_1272484529_2525370_5738833_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knpo6bWFj9Y/Tf-HWc0Uf5I/AAAAAAAAAhI/IYzQaVZWYXA/s1600/206869_2003007636154_1272484529_2523509_1522905_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knpo6bWFj9Y/Tf-HWc0Uf5I/AAAAAAAAAhI/IYzQaVZWYXA/s320/206869_2003007636154_1272484529_2523509_1522905_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620359679744180114" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fellow doggy mates, Eric the womanizer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knpo6bWFj9Y/Tf-HWc0Uf5I/AAAAAAAAAhI/IYzQaVZWYXA/s1600/206869_2003007636154_1272484529_2523509_1522905_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ww_R20wWec/Tf-HWWqhMVI/AAAAAAAAAhA/8id_1zg7E_4/s1600/206559_2004726439123_1272484529_2525304_7623128_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ww_R20wWec/Tf-HWWqhMVI/AAAAAAAAAhA/8id_1zg7E_4/s320/206559_2004726439123_1272484529_2525304_7623128_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620359678092456274" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ms Lucy, Who helped us much throughout the event. Not fair you assholes, I had to be at the pa system the whole time. I want my photo shoot with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ww_R20wWec/Tf-HWWqhMVI/AAAAAAAAAhA/8id_1zg7E_4/s1600/206559_2004726439123_1272484529_2525304_7623128_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9uow7MNFAsk/Tf-HXSQr_MI/AAAAAAAAAhg/N8c_aYPSZ50/s1600/217024_2004911283744_1272484529_2525549_4805012_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9uow7MNFAsk/Tf-HXSQr_MI/AAAAAAAAAhg/N8c_aYPSZ50/s320/217024_2004911283744_1272484529_2525549_4805012_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620359694090239170" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9uow7MNFAsk/Tf-HXSQr_MI/AAAAAAAAAhg/N8c_aYPSZ50/s1600/217024_2004911283744_1272484529_2525549_4805012_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wen Hui &amp;amp; Kae Wen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wBhfDYZTmgE/Tf-HWwB6iAI/AAAAAAAAAhY/kuLkv4J8D_c/s1600/208209_2004910283719_1272484529_2525547_2317232_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wBhfDYZTmgE/Tf-HWwB6iAI/AAAAAAAAAhY/kuLkv4J8D_c/s1600/208209_2004910283719_1272484529_2525547_2317232_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wBhfDYZTmgE/Tf-HWwB6iAI/AAAAAAAAAhY/kuLkv4J8D_c/s320/208209_2004910283719_1272484529_2525547_2317232_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620359684901472258" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OFKA2bPx0zY/Tf-HWsf7i2I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/i7QkPGKpVAY/s1600/207543_2004909203692_1272484529_2525545_3608249_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OFKA2bPx0zY/Tf-HWsf7i2I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/i7QkPGKpVAY/s320/207543_2004909203692_1272484529_2525545_3608249_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620359683953625954" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some of the other committee members, from left - Kok Yen, Wen Xiang and Misa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PwV0Zw5fHo8/Tf-OCxmsboI/AAAAAAAAAiI/Ekwr7Z2fUP4/s1600/IMG_0567.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PwV0Zw5fHo8/Tf-OCxmsboI/AAAAAAAAAiI/Ekwr7Z2fUP4/s1600/IMG_0567.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PwV0Zw5fHo8/Tf-OCxmsboI/AAAAAAAAAiI/Ekwr7Z2fUP4/s320/IMG_0567.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620367038308183682" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rD4Zjufp7P0/Tf-OCCz8B4I/AAAAAAAAAiA/6nnNCASDPaU/s1600/IMG_0564.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rD4Zjufp7P0/Tf-OCCz8B4I/AAAAAAAAAiA/6nnNCASDPaU/s320/IMG_0564.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620367025747265410" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My president of the event. Blackie and whitie effect. Caroline Ann&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GjAMhMhATeM/Tf-ODTcAunI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/lWVh6dmpH08/s1600/216667_2003008836184_1272484529_2523511_887935_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GjAMhMhATeM/Tf-ODTcAunI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/lWVh6dmpH08/s320/216667_2003008836184_1272484529_2523511_887935_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620367047390182002" style="cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes and this guy here my fellow viewers, if theres any, is the asshole who dragged me all the way into becoming the committee member. Why?How? Im glad that you ask. You see, I first only asked to help out in some performer auditions thinggy and soon later on I was called to attend the committee meeting. Little did I know, what crappy bullocks was awaiting for me. It was like a grenade held in my face. I was thrown into alot of departments. And my final task was to play with the pa system during the prom. That was how awesful he is. That is when I know I am awesome. True story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F5V6Ss4ar9Q/Tf-IySMP8LI/AAAAAAAAAhw/2wtV11AISYw/s1600/217185_2004938844433_1272484529_2525580_4218717_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F5V6Ss4ar9Q/Tf-IySMP8LI/AAAAAAAAAhw/2wtV11AISYw/s320/217185_2004938844433_1272484529_2525580_4218717_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620361257439719602" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Theres plenty of photos more. Total of 3 albums on facebook. That means a full 600 photos. These are just very very few of them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Would you have this dance with me?" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7600374733636513613-2807858441387300708?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/2807858441387300708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/06/party-rock-prom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/2807858441387300708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/2807858441387300708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/06/party-rock-prom.html' title='Party Rock Prom'/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-29Jb3Jf6R8o/Tf-AdmunRyI/AAAAAAAAAdw/anXdbnoS7nQ/s72-c/216315_2002995275845_1272484529_2523500_5456522_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-5772302953735978532</id><published>2011-06-13T23:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T23:30:11.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vortex!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="height: 390px; width: 640px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wiTyUoIcLiA?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wiTyUoIcLiA?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My party rock anthem! It's been out so long and I finally posted it. =/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love how my bitches does the headbangs! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7600374733636513613-5772302953735978532?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5772302953735978532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/06/vortex.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/5772302953735978532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/5772302953735978532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/06/vortex.html' title='Vortex!'/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-1737578399444697820</id><published>2011-06-13T21:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T21:58:44.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fanshu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Belated Birthday Hui Ling! :) Sorry ah, been busy with friend's marriage. May you be blessed all the time and protected when you go China ;p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pvZHtX03uWY/TfYWC10Ka0I/AAAAAAAAAdg/2earUp51Sm4/s1600/IMG_0776.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pvZHtX03uWY/TfYWC10Ka0I/AAAAAAAAAdg/2earUp51Sm4/s320/IMG_0776.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617701823252687682" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nah, your edited bai bai de fanshuuu photo  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jNN--DExkmQ/TfYXEMNvIXI/AAAAAAAAAdo/QLhdaHd4S14/s1600/IMG_0774.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jNN--DExkmQ/TfYXEMNvIXI/AAAAAAAAAdo/QLhdaHd4S14/s320/IMG_0774.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617702945957028210" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;your original and cheesecake from nedeje cafe. mwahaha! miss it much?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See you soon when we tukar gift! Miss you :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7600374733636513613-1737578399444697820?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1737578399444697820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/06/fanshu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/1737578399444697820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/1737578399444697820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/06/fanshu.html' title='Fanshu'/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pvZHtX03uWY/TfYWC10Ka0I/AAAAAAAAAdg/2earUp51Sm4/s72-c/IMG_0776.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-8834500949770764877</id><published>2011-06-11T06:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T06:36:47.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Often we strive for something with all our might and strength, but for what? For something we thought is worth that much of the efforts. At the end of the day, we have no regrets or whatsoever after we have given our all for that something that was that worthy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And crap, I have much regrets for both striving with all might and not for things which was worth a whole life of regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always these big fat important upcoming days that I find myself not able to sleep. Bunch of bullocks. Smite me someone for I need the darn rest. I can't sleep now that it's only a 2 hours away. God bless me =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winson Chee in a few hours time you'll be a man and a husband to a certain girl. God bless and protect this marriage of yours. Let the best of both of you be brought out and the living testimony of your relationship be an example and motivation for others to strive for. Let them see that god is love and how it has brought you guys through the years of hardship together. Congratulations to you my friend and brother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guna phone tulis blog cannot upload photo la. Maaf ya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7600374733636513613-8834500949770764877?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8834500949770764877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/06/often-we-strive-for-something-with-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/8834500949770764877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/8834500949770764877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/06/often-we-strive-for-something-with-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-7454542777322825193</id><published>2011-06-09T02:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T02:11:10.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SiadZbnS3lU/Te-5-qXByPI/AAAAAAAAAdY/a43DwtmTjYs/s1600/tumblr_llg1wtzrDo1qaobbko1_500.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SiadZbnS3lU/Te-5-qXByPI/AAAAAAAAAdY/a43DwtmTjYs/s320/tumblr_llg1wtzrDo1qaobbko1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615911746528200946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One reason why you should go tumblr. Lotsa lotsa good stuff there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;People are moving to tumblr D: I should probably move this corner there too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;French is an interesting language, no? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Je t'aime! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I only know that from watching movie a few other syllabus  &amp;gt;.&amp;gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bonne nuit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br 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title=''/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SiadZbnS3lU/Te-5-qXByPI/AAAAAAAAAdY/a43DwtmTjYs/s72-c/tumblr_llg1wtzrDo1qaobbko1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-2917432923187281995</id><published>2011-06-04T17:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T18:22:41.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dit Dit</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="height: 390px; width: 640px" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p2_bo12Pk3w?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p2_bo12Pk3w?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sempurna &lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div id="songlyrics" align="left"  style=" ;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Kau begitu sempurna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Dimataku kau begitu indah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Kau membuat diriku akan slalu memujimu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Disetiap langkahku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Kukan slalu memikirkan dirimu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tak bisa kubayangkan hidupku tanpa cintamu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Janganlah kau tinggalkan diriku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Takkan mampu menghadapi semua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hanya bersamamu ku akan bisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;[Reff:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Kau adalah darahku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Kau adalah jantungku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Kau adalah hidupku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Lengkapi diriku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Oh sayangku, kau begitu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sempurna... Sempurna...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="b-lyrics-from-signature" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Kau genggam tanganku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Saat diriku lemah dan terjatuh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Kau bisikkan kata dan hapus semua sesalku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Janganlah kau tinggalkan diriku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Takkan mampu menghadapi semua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hanya bersamamu ku akan bisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;[Reff:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Kau adalah darahku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Kau adalah jantungku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Kau adalah hidupku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Lengkapi diriku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Oh sayangku, kau begitu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sempurna... Sempurna...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Kau genggam tanganku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Saat diriku lemah dan terjatuh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Kau bisikkan kata dan hapus semua sesalku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Lovely song ahhh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I have much to update, but im just lazy and busy at the same time =S &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7600374733636513613-2917432923187281995?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/2917432923187281995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/06/dit-dit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/2917432923187281995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/2917432923187281995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/06/dit-dit.html' title='Dit Dit'/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-190593926692406743</id><published>2011-05-22T01:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T01:57:20.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="height: 390px; width: 640px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yT5LOtQSSn8?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yT5LOtQSSn8?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanna jammm this song! Phailed during our only jamming session. Odd how you miss something when it's not around and not when it's by yourside. =/ Sorry judee's guitar been leaving you in the dust for alot of times =S &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sonia oh so captivating! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7600374733636513613-190593926692406743?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/190593926692406743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-wanna-jammm-this-song-phailed-during.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/190593926692406743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/190593926692406743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-wanna-jammm-this-song-phailed-during.html' title=''/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-6597217703851465283</id><published>2011-05-15T05:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T05:51:16.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sometimes we go through so much hassle, troubles, efforts and energy just to know if that person is safe and sound, or to see that charming heart melting smile that gives you butterflies in the tummy, and that's when you realize it was very much worth it. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7600374733636513613-6597217703851465283?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6597217703851465283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/05/sometimes-we-go-through-so-much-hassle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/6597217703851465283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/6597217703851465283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/05/sometimes-we-go-through-so-much-hassle.html' title=''/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-2953769592669747507</id><published>2011-05-12T03:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-12T04:02:59.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Had a jamming sessions with my lecturer, Kelvin :D Dia tu punya banyak hebat. His taylor's sounds much better compared to judee's guitar =S But then again, it's not like the takamini that I have played before. Still sounds better. And and and Tommy boi was having trouble with his voice. Booohooo! We didnt get to jam the songs we wanted instead we did some other songs. But yeah, it still was fun! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We only get to live once. ONCE. Booo. and with that, we should always live our life to the fullest. Enjoy, cry, play, shit, eat, drink, mess around, flunk papers, mess lecturer's car and the list goes on. Oh and yes speaking of messing around, we messed up Kelvin's car after taking his paper, Abnormal Psychology. *grins* Payback's a bitch aint it? Doubt we counted that as a payback. Hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And with that, I do not want to die with regrets. Damn that lou yeh. Indeed, this point makes damn right alot of sense, more like a punch to me face. Asshole -.- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;However, it made me friggin think about several things which I really do not want to die with regrets not doing them. One of them which really makes no sense and somehow I know I will regret if I dont. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Assuming I once really liked this guitar but it got bought some time ago. Now, it's on the market again for sale and yet I still find that's the only guitar I like. Maybe some different strings or knobs. Perhaps a little foreign and new again for me. Im held back to get it, because it's already seasoned. I prefer to season the guitar myself when it's new. But when you like it, I doubt those things really matter, dont they? The price on it is expensive and it should probably take awhile to use to it again. So, is it really worth it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes it does, very much. And there's always a "but" . Sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7600374733636513613-2953769592669747507?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/2953769592669747507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/05/had-jamming-sessions-with-my-lecturer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/2953769592669747507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/2953769592669747507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/05/had-jamming-sessions-with-my-lecturer.html' title=''/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-906329708635204059</id><published>2011-05-09T18:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T19:08:56.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="height: 390px; width: 640px" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2Ljm49iA8r8?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2Ljm49iA8r8?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will we collide again? =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7600374733636513613-906329708635204059?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/906329708635204059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/05/will-we-collide-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/906329708635204059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/906329708635204059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/05/will-we-collide-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-828599696734146240</id><published>2011-05-07T06:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T06:36:05.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="height: 390px; width: 640px" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qDTKAHk_T5k?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qDTKAHk_T5k?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dont wanna say it, but it's true. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pathetic fool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7600374733636513613-828599696734146240?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/828599696734146240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-dont-wanna-say-it-but-its-true.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/828599696734146240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/828599696734146240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-dont-wanna-say-it-but-its-true.html' title=''/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-324604920380693912</id><published>2011-05-01T15:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T22:45:46.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Golden Award</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7RskgkmpVPM/Tb0Oxaa4ThI/AAAAAAAAAdE/YKcRTdoZFfU/s1600/285.golden.tater.070207.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 206px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7RskgkmpVPM/Tb0Oxaa4ThI/AAAAAAAAAdE/YKcRTdoZFfU/s320/285.golden.tater.070207.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601649753587207698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I now present this golden potato trophy to Ms. Poon Wei Leng. Here you go, your well deserved fanshuuu award :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The one and only fanshuu species in this wide universe. Congratulations Ms. Potato.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-moMPI7Nt2FU/TcVa6yISHFI/AAAAAAAAAdM/Q9OfcYvijSY/s1600/IMG_0657.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-moMPI7Nt2FU/TcVa6yISHFI/AAAAAAAAAdM/Q9OfcYvijSY/s320/IMG_0657.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603985277267876946" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know this pic damn ugly. But that's the point?:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7600374733636513613-324604920380693912?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/324604920380693912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-know-present-this-golden-potato.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/324604920380693912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/324604920380693912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-know-present-this-golden-potato.html' title='Golden Award'/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7RskgkmpVPM/Tb0Oxaa4ThI/AAAAAAAAAdE/YKcRTdoZFfU/s72-c/285.golden.tater.070207.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-7926322455885007317</id><published>2011-05-01T05:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T06:50:24.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Would you still love your partner if they were to suffer from parkinson? alzheimer? anxiety disorders? huntington disease? schizophrenia? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XuPW9xgcUCo/TbyEKYdkLyI/AAAAAAAAAck/fNlayqIk1jU/s1600/Love_and_other_Drugs.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XuPW9xgcUCo/TbyEKYdkLyI/AAAAAAAAAck/fNlayqIk1jU/s320/Love_and_other_Drugs.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601497350442069794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All these disease, up till today aint much of a cure available out there. They are neurological disorders except for anxiety disorders. Damages to the neurological part of our bodies has no healing power of them. It's not like some movie like wolverine who can regenerate damaged body parts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He or she may suffer from parkinson, slowly as time passes by, their severeness increases. They may start to be shaky with pencils and fine motor skills. But wait, look to the future in 20 years time, they cant even poop or change their cloths themselves. Would you bear with those hardships for the future to come? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We dont choose who we fall in love with, and often it never happens the way we want it either. To fall in love can be so easy sometimes even without you realizing it, but falling out of it is yet again another story. Often people say the same train doesnt come twice and truly enough it doesnt. We may fall for this particular person and hey, they could be last person you ever fall so hard for. I believe so it's never easy to fall out. I have been there myself. It is just so ever easy to fall for her yet falling out of it takes gezillion years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w8Ws4qW0n8Q/TbyEQDx_CuI/AAAAAAAAAcs/UJIUW8sCzPs/s1600/Love-and-Other-Drugs-.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w8Ws4qW0n8Q/TbyEQDx_CuI/AAAAAAAAAcs/UJIUW8sCzPs/s320/Love-and-Other-Drugs-.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601497447969786594" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sayings like "If you really love that person, you should let them go" but do think again, your letting away someone you fell so hard for, just like that, to walk past your life. Is walking away worth while? or taking a bloody step of effort to chase after them? At times, I would regret not giving perhaps another extra effort of the 100% to the girl whom i once loved so deeply. I do regret just watching her slipped away but that was past. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In uni, I hear tons and tons of complains and debate over single or being in a relationship is better. The same cycles goes round and round. Single people often complains how miserable and lonely it is to be alone and watch other couples being intimate. On the other hand, couples often complain to their friends how troublesome it is a relationship is, endless arguments, giving and taking, and the list does goes on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How hard is giving a little more effort in making your partner happy? If he or she is insecure, do give them a little more attention! and if they are miserable, give them a little more love. If they are sad, pamper them a little more. If they are lonely, spend a little more time with them. This thing has been so fragile and brittle so easily broken. Just give a little more and that's all it takes. Acceptance of who they are, be it clumsy, or sometimes they could be silly, or even being a weird out of the normal and a thousand and one things that you may find why you fell for them in the first place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But do you love her because she is beautiful or she is beautiful because you love her? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bwejYM0RNdk/TbyIWYRl0dI/AAAAAAAAAc0/C8iEzNDw2sI/s1600/tumblr_lkf5bvnfiO1qc2fi0o1_400.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bwejYM0RNdk/TbyIWYRl0dI/AAAAAAAAAc0/C8iEzNDw2sI/s320/tumblr_lkf5bvnfiO1qc2fi0o1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601501954596786642" style="cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last but not least, congratulations to Prince William &amp;amp; Ms. Catherine Middleton who's now a princess :) May you guys have a blessed marriage. Whole fb fed was flooded over these two darn royal wedding -__- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U6hAErttb6o/TbyMaOJRMyI/AAAAAAAAAc8/7HTvJfqFBb0/s1600/free-royal-wedding-live-stream-online-29-04-2011.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U6hAErttb6o/TbyMaOJRMyI/AAAAAAAAAc8/7HTvJfqFBb0/s320/free-royal-wedding-live-stream-online-29-04-2011.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601506418643514146" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 270px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7600374733636513613-7926322455885007317?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7926322455885007317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/05/would-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/7926322455885007317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/7926322455885007317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/05/would-you.html' title='Would you?'/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XuPW9xgcUCo/TbyEKYdkLyI/AAAAAAAAAck/fNlayqIk1jU/s72-c/Love_and_other_Drugs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-3535467611789534684</id><published>2011-04-29T03:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T03:29:24.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On this night, it's just you and me. Ring the melody of grief and joy when I strum you. Let us sing to the moon. Let not a lonely night of such play games on the minds of ours. Cheer me up like you always do melody of grief and joy. Let not the first paper of finals in 11 hours be a hassle nor the storm in the heart be a distraction. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me, you and the moon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7600374733636513613-3535467611789534684?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/3535467611789534684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/04/on-this-night-its-just-you-and-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/3535467611789534684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/3535467611789534684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/04/on-this-night-its-just-you-and-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-4769918385283695800</id><published>2011-04-27T01:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T02:38:00.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deteriorate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your whole body aches when you go hardcore for sports 2 weeks in a row non-stop -_- But then again, I love the moments of traveling back and forth from kampar :D Drowned by the loud music and I get to go at high speed. Sounds dangerous? =/ I love how the music drowns me away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let's just say I am in a situation, say for example, leukemia. I am about to recover almost completely from it. However, something just had to came in and reenact the disease again, turning the leukemia to deteriorate a little. Thus forth, unable to completely heal from it. This something that came in which deteriorate , gave some very interesting data from research. To doctors perhaps, it's bad. Given choices for my recovery, I might just sometimes think why not just let me stay leukemic. Then sometime later I start to think why does this something have to come about at this time around? I am almost healed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The questions asked have simple answers to them. If such imperfections was so common among the friends, what are they if compared to me where I had none such imperfection? If and only if you had bear with my those plenty but minor imperfections, I could have been sure your disappointments in that area would be less. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qwdmRX99XwM/TbcMbj3H5OI/AAAAAAAAAcc/pCyaR2-x2cI/s1600/tumblr_lcatcizPrJ1qblc4so1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qwdmRX99XwM/TbcMbj3H5OI/AAAAAAAAAcc/pCyaR2-x2cI/s320/tumblr_lcatcizPrJ1qblc4so1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599958329280947426" style="cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WWII soldier departing for war&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n0hqOm56EmM/TbcI7O9OJrI/AAAAAAAAAcU/2YlP5nXql3w/s1600/tumblr_ljrnq9YVaz1qeui3so1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n0hqOm56EmM/TbcI7O9OJrI/AAAAAAAAAcU/2YlP5nXql3w/s320/tumblr_ljrnq9YVaz1qeui3so1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599954475378681522" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 244px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everything about this picture is so pretty! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7600374733636513613-4769918385283695800?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/4769918385283695800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/04/deteriorate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/4769918385283695800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/4769918385283695800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/04/deteriorate.html' title='Deteriorate'/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qwdmRX99XwM/TbcMbj3H5OI/AAAAAAAAAcc/pCyaR2-x2cI/s72-c/tumblr_lcatcizPrJ1qblc4so1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-1272451807791608076</id><published>2011-04-25T02:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T02:40:33.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="height: 390px; width: 640px" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3J4L4FP1WDY?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3J4L4FP1WDY?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dejavu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7600374733636513613-1272451807791608076?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1272451807791608076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/04/dejavu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/1272451807791608076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/1272451807791608076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/04/dejavu.html' title=''/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-2810958291671269631</id><published>2011-04-24T03:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T04:25:29.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="height: 390px; width: 640px" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TQ_DPm8dmlo?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TQ_DPm8dmlo?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hui Ling sang a version of this. It's superbly cute! Even an emo song like this turns out differently if sang by her that way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The fear does come creeping up at the back of my mind. I tend to be more particular, more choosy, more cautious. Perhaps I should start getting their hook off me. It will neither be healthy for all parties. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Time does flies. It'll be 2 years soon and yet the sight and sound of the name still shakens my very heart. Maybe it's only natural. Now that I think of it, I wonder where and how is that stranger doing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7600374733636513613-2810958291671269631?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/2810958291671269631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/04/hui-leng-sang-version-of-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/2810958291671269631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/2810958291671269631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/04/hui-leng-sang-version-of-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-5743668618632649802</id><published>2011-04-23T05:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T03:34:03.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Important Strangers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tSdELZxEnHY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tSdELZxEnHY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Strangers again. Ah yes, indeed everything started as strangers. A friend, a close buddy, a bff, a boyfriend or girlfriend for that matter, or an individual who eventually becomes your siblings from another parent. Someone important to us, and it starts with a stranger someone you have no idea what background they are from, or what are their interest or behavior and the list goes on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mine started back when I was primary 4, I had a grandaunt who supposedly was my caretaker during the day when my parents were away for a few years since I was very young. She lives with us. I was very attached to her, she taught me many things - speaking teo chew, origami's(I was very good at origami, can fold flowers and sophisticated objects), some chinese wrods. All of these I lost touch when she left for Kl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometime later, in primary 6, this girl who used to be in the same bus as I am. Well, like most people who get to know each other, with a simple word - "Hello" . Thus afterwards she became my first girl who I ever had a crush on. Eventually time pass and we no longer take the same bus and lost contact.(Mind you, back then we dont get handphones like kids at our age do nowadays) She was pretty important to me, at least I thought so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then came this guy who happens to sit next to me in tuition, who later became one of my first close friends for the next few years in the same year of primary 6. We gamed the same thing, same interest and so on. We often used the house phones like it was our handphones, and could spend up to hours talking over god knows what we were talking about back then. Gay as it seems but that was our only way of communication. Got screwed many times for expensive phone bills. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alas, secondary 1, this girl who I knew through online game(I was an online-game freaked till secondary 5) who became my first ever girlfriend. Well I didnt know back then what was a puppy love. But I was sure we had quite some fond memories. Webcam those days were bad. Really bad. She's from australia. So yeah well, it was a long shot. hahahaha. Something happened, we bloody lost touch and I tell you I was bloody sad over this. Effort in trying to keep in touch was in vain. What a loss. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then came secondary 2, an acquaintance through my close friend then who so happened to add me in their msn chat box. This girl, whom I have a crush on and so happen was my friend too. Well, I suppose telling this now wouldnt hurt? I thought him how to get her number and even how to court her! Yeah, I didnt know how I was able to know all those stuff back then. Do not ask. I dont quite remember how they turned out, but in the end I thought he was over her and she eventually became my girlfriend. The thing about guys is, they dont bother to remember most of the little details. Thus losing my first ever close friend all because of a girl. What a silly thing to do now that I look back at it. Well, we didnt last for long hahaha. But hey, that was my first ever heartbreak! Hmmm &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At the same year, I happen to be close to friend in school too. Well long story cut short, we fought(like sissies - a little kicking here and punching there). Then eventually we became good friends like brothers, more of him as my lil bro back then. Yes, and I loved him as one too. I dont know if I can say he's a stranger to me now as we drifted apart since leaving secondary school. Having a bro is nice you know. I have bloody 4 sisters , one as my real lil sis, my couzie jie and my two more lil couzie sisters. My only couzie bros are 2 who are muchhhhh older then me who lives in singapore and another 2 more younger ones who I barely see them or mix with. You know there are times when you have stuff that only guys can discuss and telling your sisters is a nono?;] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then the following year, a stranger who magically got my number(which later i found out that was given by a primary friend). It was again a long shot a distant relationship. At that age, you never know how to differentiate between infatuation and love. So yeah, confuse little boy as I was went on for awhile and eventually ended again. Pffftt dont laugh. I was only a kid! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, in secondary 5, I got back together with the girl from secondary 3 again! Confusing much? And yeah, this time I was sure I loved her and not infatuated. A 101% comfirmation. Yeah pretty much going on I'll skip the details. I think you guys can guess we broke up again! This time, without even a single reason. We skipped 3 days of communication due to credit technically.(back then prepaid was our option as children no postpaid) and it just ended when we start communicating on the fourth day. Yeah, another pathetic heartbreak again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There are many more important people to me who are strangers now. The next year 4 years up to today is pretty recent. It cant be a history just yet. Perhaps I'll write them in the next 4 years. All these past important people in my life, strangers to one another and when we look to the present , we are strangers yet again not knowing where they are, or how they currently look like, how are they doing, or any personality changes from the last time we have met. They could be an entirely a new person sharing the same stranger skin when first met. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Heck, if we looked back at the person you were 10/15/20/etc years ago, the doppleganger of you back then could be a stranger to the current you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iw6iWZ6F8iI/TbILzn6lNlI/AAAAAAAAAcM/CmwwWNa4WzA/s1600/n627967923_1331538_2834.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iw6iWZ6F8iI/TbILzn6lNlI/AAAAAAAAAcM/CmwwWNa4WzA/s320/n627967923_1331538_2834.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598550268290872914" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss this long hair! it didnt ever grow back the same way it did! Damnit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7600374733636513613-5743668618632649802?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5743668618632649802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/04/strangers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/5743668618632649802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/5743668618632649802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/04/strangers.html' title='Important Strangers'/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iw6iWZ6F8iI/TbILzn6lNlI/AAAAAAAAAcM/CmwwWNa4WzA/s72-c/n627967923_1331538_2834.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-4152151374488549299</id><published>2011-04-14T02:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T02:17:30.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dont you just hate this feeling that makes you depressed and sad not knowing for what reason? It bloody keeps you up the whole bloody night. Pulls you down entirely, like seriously. Cut me some slack damn it -__- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So yes, being close to a/many her or she puts me as her bf/scandal. judgeful a-holes!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7600374733636513613-4152151374488549299?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/4152151374488549299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/04/dont-you-just-hate-this-feeling-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/4152151374488549299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/4152151374488549299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/04/dont-you-just-hate-this-feeling-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-305065984435829242</id><published>2011-04-08T02:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T02:29:42.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iWY7D0p46QA/TZ4A5QOqbUI/AAAAAAAAAb8/XMRZT7VLjuU/s1600/tumblr_li8wsi7F9s1qajjdco1_400.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iWY7D0p46QA/TZ4A5QOqbUI/AAAAAAAAAb8/XMRZT7VLjuU/s320/tumblr_li8wsi7F9s1qajjdco1_400.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592908770849746242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Heee. This is cute :p I really thinking about moving to tumblr :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0xe0rfQdiRc/TZ4Bp0TDpzI/AAAAAAAAAcE/mT8EDvUWAw8/s1600/200912_10150227519601224_611661223_8889877_712843_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0xe0rfQdiRc/TZ4Bp0TDpzI/AAAAAAAAAcE/mT8EDvUWAw8/s320/200912_10150227519601224_611661223_8889877_712843_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592909605165573938" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is cute too! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Naw, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;I can only imagine…&lt;br /&gt;Heaven as written by a 17 Year Old Boy&lt;br /&gt;This is excellent and really gets you thinking about what will happen in Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;17-year-old Brian Moore had only a short time to write something for a class. The subject was what Heaven was like. “I wowed ‘em,” he later told his father, Bruce. It’s a killer. It’s the bomb. It’s the best thing I ever wrote.” It also was the last.&lt;br /&gt;Brian’s parents had forgotten about the essay when a cousin found it while cleaning out the teenager’s locker at Teays Valley High School in Pickaway County&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian had been dead only hours, but his parents desperately wanted every piece of his life near them, notes from classmates and teachers, and his homework. Only two months before, he had handwritten the essay about encountering Jesus in a file room full of cards detailing every moment of the teen’s life. But it was only after Brian’s death that Beth and Bruce Moore realized that their son had described his view of heaven.&lt;br /&gt;It makes such an impact that people want to share it “You feel like you are there,” Mr. Moore said.. Brian Moore died May 27, 1997, the day after Memorial Day. He was driving home from a friend’s house when his car went off Bulen-Pierce Road in Pickaway County and struck a utility pole. He emerged from the wreck unharmed but stepped on a downed power line and was electrocuted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Moore ‘s framed a copy of Brian’s essay and hung it among the family portraits in the living room. “I think God used him to make a point. I think we were meant to find it and make something out of it,” Mrs. Moore said of the essay. She and her husband want to share their son’s vision of life after death. “I’m happy for Brian. I know he’s in heaven. I know I’ll see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Brian’s essay entitled:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;” The Room..”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered with small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endless in either direction, had very different headings.&lt;br /&gt;As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read “Girls I have liked” I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one. And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was. This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn’t match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A file named “Friends” was next to one marked “Friends I have betrayed.” The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird. “Books I Have Read,” “Lies I Have Told,” “Comfort I have Given,” “Jokes I Have Laughed at.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: “Things I’ve yelled at my brothers.” Others I couldn’t laugh at: “Things I Have Done in My Anger”, “Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents.” I never ceased to be surprised by the contents Often there were many more cards than expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be possible that I had the time in my years to fill each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I pulled out the file marked “TV Shows I have watched,” I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn’t found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of shows but more by the vast time I knew that file represented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came to a file marked “Lustful Thoughts,” I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size, and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. An almost animal rage broke on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thought dominated my mind: No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!” In insane frenzy I yanked the file out Its size didn’t matter now I had to empty it and burn the cards…&lt;br /&gt;But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it. Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I saw it. The title bore “People I Have Shared the Gospel With.” The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand.&lt;br /&gt;And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they hurt. They started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes.. No one must ever, ever know of this room I must lock it up and hide the key. But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn’t bear to watch His response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own. He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes.&lt;br /&gt;Why did He have to read every one? Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn’t anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn’t say a word. He just cried with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card. “No!” I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was “No, no,” as I pulled the card from Him.. His name shouldn’t be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, and so alive.&lt;br /&gt;The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood. He gently took the card back He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don’t think I’ll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side. He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, “It is finished.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood up, and He led me out of the room.. There was no lock on its door. There were still cards to be written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“For God so loved the world that He gave His only Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life.” John 3:16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you feel the same way forward it to as many people as you can so the love of Jesus will touch their lives also. My “People I shared the gospel with” file just got bigger, how about yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don’t have to share this with anybody, no one will know whether you did or not, but you will know and so will He.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me. Philippians 4:13&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;-repost from poh nee- :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I teared as I read this. The salvation given always touches the hearts of many. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7600374733636513613-305065984435829242?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/305065984435829242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/04/room_08.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/305065984435829242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/305065984435829242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/04/room_08.html' title='The Room'/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iWY7D0p46QA/TZ4A5QOqbUI/AAAAAAAAAb8/XMRZT7VLjuU/s72-c/tumblr_li8wsi7F9s1qajjdco1_400.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-3843094760970568254</id><published>2011-04-03T03:44:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T21:30:32.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Message</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qYFUvTJtxpU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me likey this version! Rock and she's hot! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZGTyzVR5oWk/TZd9V3gazGI/AAAAAAAAAaw/1gYzoey03mo/s1600/IMG_0567.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZGTyzVR5oWk/TZd9V3gazGI/AAAAAAAAAaw/1gYzoey03mo/s320/IMG_0567.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591075277034409058" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tian Xi and Misa :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, one of the few photos I only had in my phone. The rest are with eng kit! Hurry up and proces the photossss of prom :o &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6xscGSMEDn4/TZd-KDF5H5I/AAAAAAAAAa4/eW8c9-7fZyA/s1600/IMG_0577.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6xscGSMEDn4/TZd-KDF5H5I/AAAAAAAAAa4/eW8c9-7fZyA/s320/IMG_0577.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591076173497573266" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The beijing gardens in westlake. The first time I actually went there after it's been completed so long. If only the weather is much cooler I would not be so reluctant to go there with the girls =/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I83BX12-tnA/TZd-_71WuYI/AAAAAAAAAbA/OTJdKtv59q4/s1600/IMG_0583.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I83BX12-tnA/TZd-_71WuYI/AAAAAAAAAbA/OTJdKtv59q4/s320/IMG_0583.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591077099262097794" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the way to Block I at 7pm. Pretty much? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's amazing how god speaks to you sometimes. Take this picture for example, it reminded me how great god was. It reminded me of him, the things he can do. How amazing he can always be. Just the perfect thing to get my mind of certain things which has been troubling me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6H_UiOJEago/TZeAUlcsqkI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/yrdhyDFqsIY/s1600/IMG_0579.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6H_UiOJEago/TZeAUlcsqkI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/yrdhyDFqsIY/s320/IMG_0579.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591078553541978690" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beijing gardens &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He said to me, "Why are you troubled? Look around you, everything's calm and peaceful. Learn to let your heart and mind to be at ease just like how the mountains and sky always is. Know that I am God. Take this peace and courage, stand strong on your feet" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He sure does know when to give you a tight slap across your face just to shaken you up abit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5VL8Te1MLWk/TZd_FfvcKcI/AAAAAAAAAbI/uHaA-b0YkNk/s1600/206446_10150104302502924_627967923_6256899_8143154_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5VL8Te1MLWk/TZd_FfvcKcI/AAAAAAAAAbI/uHaA-b0YkNk/s320/206446_10150104302502924_627967923_6256899_8143154_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591077194800310722" style="cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo credits to Andrea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Photos with frames are taken with LomoLomo on iPhone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7600374733636513613-3843094760970568254?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/3843094760970568254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/04/message.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/3843094760970568254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/3843094760970568254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/04/message.html' title='Message'/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/qYFUvTJtxpU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-7827302056391738783</id><published>2011-03-31T20:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T20:10:33.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Everyone wants more love from someone special. Even I want more from someone special. But to see someone special who gives more love to everyone is amazing, incredible and awesome!~ Give more love, receive less." - Roy Ong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes we have the same concept. But over the years, sometimes the doubt comes about making you wonder what are we giving so much for? Yes, the pathetic doubts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im thinking of moving to tumblr. Should I? Blogger is giving much trouble and certain limitations. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7600374733636513613-7827302056391738783?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7827302056391738783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/03/everyone-wants-more-love-from-someone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/7827302056391738783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/7827302056391738783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/03/everyone-wants-more-love-from-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-2317286502218338130</id><published>2011-03-29T19:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T19:14:27.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Prom Night is finally overrrrrrrrr! Ughh,  I am a freeman once again. Thanks and no thanks to Lieu Jia Yong -__- Got thrown into so many departments and I am not even the committee! Booohooo~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where are the photossss? Me is waiting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Most people would want to turn back time, even for me. This just a wishful thinking and probably a mindless dreaming. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7600374733636513613-2317286502218338130?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/2317286502218338130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/03/prom-night-is-finally-overrrrrrrrr-ughh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/2317286502218338130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/2317286502218338130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/03/prom-night-is-finally-overrrrrrrrr-ughh.html' title=''/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-5766673455489287732</id><published>2011-03-21T17:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T18:00:29.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Your future has no room for your past. How much time do you want to waste feeling guilty? - JoyceMeyer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So yeah, how much more time do you want to waste boy? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7600374733636513613-5766673455489287732?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5766673455489287732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/03/your-future-has-no-room-for-your-past.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/5766673455489287732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/5766673455489287732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/03/your-future-has-no-room-for-your-past.html' title=''/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-1618405046161411477</id><published>2011-03-19T21:04:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T21:29:35.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PD87jXv5r9w/TYSp-FtRVzI/AAAAAAAAAYI/bkVzEw87U6k/s1600/IMG_0497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PD87jXv5r9w/TYSp-FtRVzI/AAAAAAAAAYI/bkVzEw87U6k/s320/IMG_0497.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585776321995298610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RJvwCXF9ino/TYSqDdU_T4I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/KfNrKMeatyU/s320/IMG_0499.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585776414235250562" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cloudy clouds on ze highway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iFfZlYob1uo/TYSqP8lHW8I/AAAAAAAAAYY/R6os-zYeZgY/s1600/IMG_0502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iFfZlYob1uo/TYSqP8lHW8I/AAAAAAAAAYY/R6os-zYeZgY/s320/IMG_0502.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585776628782816194" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wuliao girl who wants a photoshot -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Straits Quay :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FZLtYkqjFWw/TYSsSvrZCII/AAAAAAAAAZI/QrO331bmTEQ/s1600/IMG_0515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FZLtYkqjFWw/TYSsSvrZCII/AAAAAAAAAZI/QrO331bmTEQ/s320/IMG_0515.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585778875882342530" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FaaTd9RG6nE/TYSqibziGjI/AAAAAAAAAYg/iCqeyMf6HK4/s1600/IMG_0503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FaaTd9RG6nE/TYSqibziGjI/AAAAAAAAAYg/iCqeyMf6HK4/s320/IMG_0503.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585776946402433586" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SfCQlFX73Uw/TYSqucq6NZI/AAAAAAAAAYo/6YxZXJYUSaQ/s1600/IMG_0504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SfCQlFX73Uw/TYSqucq6NZI/AAAAAAAAAYo/6YxZXJYUSaQ/s320/IMG_0504.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585777152793130386" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-edCwcUdGDSQ/TYSrDFP1KzI/AAAAAAAAAYw/mSDOtqWnoF8/s1600/IMG_0507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-edCwcUdGDSQ/TYSrDFP1KzI/AAAAAAAAAYw/mSDOtqWnoF8/s320/IMG_0507.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585777507282791218" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MJLE_IgoGQM/TYSrPFLO8rI/AAAAAAAAAY4/M4TBPbZJ4eY/s1600/IMG_0508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MJLE_IgoGQM/TYSrPFLO8rI/AAAAAAAAAY4/M4TBPbZJ4eY/s320/IMG_0508.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585777713421939378" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z5-GYUdrlwA/TYSr9lVNjOI/AAAAAAAAAZA/Gd3-MDhzzBY/s1600/IMG_0512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z5-GYUdrlwA/TYSr9lVNjOI/AAAAAAAAAZA/Gd3-MDhzzBY/s320/IMG_0512.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585778512327707874" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Smexy carr!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-clUf5lU1TJQ/TYSsZz52tEI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/5Jy2il9a0pI/s1600/IMG_0516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-clUf5lU1TJQ/TYSsZz52tEI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/5Jy2il9a0pI/s320/IMG_0516.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585778997275833410" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3 foolish girls &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AJlEJjS397M/TYSsscqmrUI/AAAAAAAAAZY/a5f7H0S39IM/s1600/IMG_0519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AJlEJjS397M/TYSsscqmrUI/AAAAAAAAAZY/a5f7H0S39IM/s320/IMG_0519.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585779317455367490" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They have a friggin dock/shipyard/habour for personal transportation for the tenants of this place -__-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_6JeNOeoXcA/TYSs7Xb61mI/AAAAAAAAAZg/KT7hny6ev34/s1600/IMG_0522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_6JeNOeoXcA/TYSs7Xb61mI/AAAAAAAAAZg/KT7hny6ev34/s320/IMG_0522.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585779573749634658" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and a very longgg stretch of beach. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fk8nwJYnq98/TYStKN8diVI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YfLVSFbauQQ/s1600/IMG_0523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fk8nwJYnq98/TYStKN8diVI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YfLVSFbauQQ/s320/IMG_0523.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585779828899809618" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Agua~ it's a restaurant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PRiVBz7P-RM/TYSt-pcZMKI/AAAAAAAAAag/dNFyRPbQa3c/s1600/IMG_0528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PRiVBz7P-RM/TYSt-pcZMKI/AAAAAAAAAag/dNFyRPbQa3c/s320/IMG_0528.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585780729634697378" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;stopped by my all time favourite place. needed it before driving back to kampar at 1am -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Candid Shots : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5IdL-kRD5N8/TYStaRqvXzI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/i5HkYVeDDPs/s1600/IMG_0530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5IdL-kRD5N8/TYStaRqvXzI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/i5HkYVeDDPs/s320/IMG_0530.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585780104777129778" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--neJ05CGnU8/TYSth-G97NI/AAAAAAAAAaA/SXdAHmpMIPs/s1600/IMG_0531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--neJ05CGnU8/TYSth-G97NI/AAAAAAAAAaA/SXdAHmpMIPs/s320/IMG_0531.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585780236965768402" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oK-w5RbZb88/TYStoymdcNI/AAAAAAAAAaI/fhnkPOohq-8/s1600/IMG_0532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oK-w5RbZb88/TYStoymdcNI/AAAAAAAAAaI/fhnkPOohq-8/s320/IMG_0532.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585780354135716050" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you just wont believe how cute this girl on the left is. everything she says or do is so damn cute -.- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and hey, it's a feedback from 4 guys that have met her :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ncKycTh2tlw/TYStxevG2JI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/I7F5Wdk_tgM/s1600/IMG_0533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ncKycTh2tlw/TYStxevG2JI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/I7F5Wdk_tgM/s320/IMG_0533.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585780503422097554" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wei Leng and Snowbell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and sigh, last but not least, the only 1 out of 2 pics of me and tommy, literally the drivers of the day. &gt;=/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fTCDz2ohOMw/TYSt4CSWjiI/AAAAAAAAAaY/bBWlS9CHiuM/s1600/IMG_0501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fTCDz2ohOMw/TYSt4CSWjiI/AAAAAAAAAaY/bBWlS9CHiuM/s320/IMG_0501.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585780616044383778" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;well mine went somewhere so I dedicate this to myself for that trip =S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RGazPa99t5E/TYSuDt1yqII/AAAAAAAAAao/cZpD9U4Vn5A/s1600/189026_500497842923_627967923_6112403_1757888_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RGazPa99t5E/TYSuDt1yqII/AAAAAAAAAao/cZpD9U4Vn5A/s320/189026_500497842923_627967923_6112403_1757888_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585780816714311810" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 319px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-End of a random  day trip to penang-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7600374733636513613-1618405046161411477?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1618405046161411477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/03/cloudy-clouds-on-ze-highway.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-2670856187161011688</id><published>2011-03-15T23:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T00:06:24.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/OoxDdbwvs3o" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hot scale on the 10. ♥ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Singaporean studying at Australia too x] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7600374733636513613-2670856187161011688?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/OoxDdbwvs3o/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-5650221408472318712</id><published>2011-03-12T08:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T08:13:01.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It was only a friggin' dream. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7600374733636513613-5650221408472318712?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5650221408472318712/comments/default' title='Post 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src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-4347776267894843903</id><published>2011-03-11T01:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T01:57:37.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9th Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYYMjSGUmwM/TXkQOJzCZlI/AAAAAAAAAYA/o8JiBsN2sKs/s1600/the_gazette_1074.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYYMjSGUmwM/TXkQOJzCZlI/AAAAAAAAAYA/o8JiBsN2sKs/s320/the_gazette_1074.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582511048436639314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Belated Birthday My Bitches. You have been the reason why I love music much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Gazette - 9th Anniversary, 10 March 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7600374733636513613-4347776267894843903?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/4347776267894843903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/03/9th-anniversary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/4347776267894843903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/4347776267894843903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/03/9th-anniversary.html' title='9th Anniversary'/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYYMjSGUmwM/TXkQOJzCZlI/AAAAAAAAAYA/o8JiBsN2sKs/s72-c/the_gazette_1074.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-2936902643307246655</id><published>2011-03-09T01:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T01:50:50.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pastor asked a question that had me thinking for awhile : -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"What do you fear?" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I fear to love. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aCjRVxmOjGc/TXZqZ6ER5uI/AAAAAAAAAX4/Y-f_nUQE_OI/s1600/tumblr_lha2gveZRB1qa4th6o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aCjRVxmOjGc/TXZqZ6ER5uI/AAAAAAAAAX4/Y-f_nUQE_OI/s320/tumblr_lha2gveZRB1qa4th6o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581765781488789218" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;text me words of wisdom and send me strength&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GJbhMix7IT8/TXZoi8vum7I/AAAAAAAAAXg/UUHN-zhpAdw/s1600/tumblr_lh3xs7SoMO1qbpwzeo1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GJbhMix7IT8/TXZoi8vum7I/AAAAAAAAAXg/UUHN-zhpAdw/s320/tumblr_lh3xs7SoMO1qbpwzeo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581763737803463602" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 196px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dont you always? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VK_4iKdJwI4/TXZo2AgPpbI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bKgo-AE00ew/s1600/tumblr_lhaiuet0HP1qbuipno1_1280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VK_4iKdJwI4/TXZo2AgPpbI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bKgo-AE00ew/s320/tumblr_lhaiuet0HP1qbuipno1_1280.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581764065229776306" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;right now, i wanna takei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecwWQn6f8B8/TXZpT3ipnRI/AAAAAAAAAXw/zDfqM6XRvjQ/s1600/tumblr_lhn5hiNczZ1qfyo1yo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecwWQn6f8B8/TXZpT3ipnRI/AAAAAAAAAXw/zDfqM6XRvjQ/s320/tumblr_lhn5hiNczZ1qfyo1yo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581764578220023058" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and I wanna be next to the brunette on that friggin' nice field. ♥&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7600374733636513613-2936902643307246655?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/2936902643307246655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/03/pastor-asked-question-that-had-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/2936902643307246655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/2936902643307246655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/03/pastor-asked-question-that-had-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aCjRVxmOjGc/TXZqZ6ER5uI/AAAAAAAAAX4/Y-f_nUQE_OI/s72-c/tumblr_lha2gveZRB1qa4th6o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-6854920243707247922</id><published>2011-03-05T01:27:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T02:03:24.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little things that make you smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EEBf94SjJCQ/TXEmtHRR8KI/AAAAAAAAAWo/57BJ1FnEYXQ/s1600/tumblr_lfzqdc5oTX1qdgv9so1_400.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/XexJe-seblI" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To be distant from you it's like walking into a crowded area with no sense of direction. At the very least if you were there, I still have a hand to hold on to and to lead perhaps maybe out of the crowd or sense of secure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--GD56aYwaHc/TXEnlPr2s8I/AAAAAAAAAXA/drznqehcn7w/s320/tumblr_lfbyvnlSMR1qe52v7o1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580284934107870146" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The heart is often touched by the ever loving love that's so constantly poured out even when one falls or fails. Be it hundreds and thousand of times that we fall, pick us up again and show us the way. It's Jesus that matters in life, or nothing else matters in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4Nh-Q5hVhn8/TXEnWcNU4cI/AAAAAAAAAW4/XenB722z4I0/s320/tumblr_lfhin53Tsv1qe52v7o1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580284679771447746" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Though it's been a hell of a week with 2 midterms and 2 deadline assignments on the line, there are just these tiny things that would make you smile despite knowing that you have gone through a rough week or patch. I thank god for that definitely. As bad as it could get, tiny things like giving just the right people to hang out with, well it may just be the few of us - the time we have is great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The crazy shit we talk about on the trip of to and fro campus makes you laugh. Lifts and does temporary make you feel all better. Crazy things that we do - going for beers the night before the midterm, having a one day trip down to ipoh on the reason of an appointment for a doctor turns out to be rather a day retreat where we skip class and have a great lunch and a pleasant time at starbucks. At the end of the day we didnt achieve what we went there initially for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Constant stress on the deadlines, miterms and not to mention debate and the crappy load of internship placement are mostly the highlights of the week. But then again, those tiny winy bit of moments that actually makes your week doesnt seem like so bad. I can quite happily say this: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;" Hey, this week hasnt actually been all that bad at all " &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G2qd5QO-gdk/TXEm2RyZUZI/AAAAAAAAAWw/WD2d6dDzekc/s320/tumblr_lh07u8bbOo1qa1k6eo1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580284127218323858" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EEBf94SjJCQ/TXEmtHRR8KI/AAAAAAAAAWo/57BJ1FnEYXQ/s320/tumblr_lfzqdc5oTX1qdgv9so1_400.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580283969776251042" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 151px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The past may have taken a toll on me but it shall and will not break me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7600374733636513613-6854920243707247922?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6854920243707247922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/03/little-things-that-make-you-smile.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/6854920243707247922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/6854920243707247922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/03/little-things-that-make-you-smile.html' title='Little things that make you smile'/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/XexJe-seblI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-1028357694132970935</id><published>2011-02-18T18:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T18:22:43.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MacStinson &gt;.&gt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p5aa_FXR3Dg/TV5H4TUBv-I/AAAAAAAAAWg/6_hFhztmR5s/s1600/qwerty.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's hereee. Wooooohoooo~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mns8TUD6xy4/TV5Hr54GP3I/AAAAAAAAAWY/jbj-H9m38Rc/s1600/bloody-macbook-knockoff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mns8TUD6xy4/TV5Hr54GP3I/AAAAAAAAAWY/jbj-H9m38Rc/s320/bloody-macbook-knockoff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574972208327311218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p5aa_FXR3Dg/TV5H4TUBv-I/AAAAAAAAAWg/6_hFhztmR5s/s1600/qwerty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p5aa_FXR3Dg/TV5H4TUBv-I/AAAAAAAAAWg/6_hFhztmR5s/s320/qwerty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574972421313773538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be legen....wait for it....dary! Legendary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7600374733636513613-1028357694132970935?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1028357694132970935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/02/macstinson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/1028357694132970935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/1028357694132970935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/02/macstinson.html' title='MacStinson &gt;.&gt;'/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mns8TUD6xy4/TV5Hr54GP3I/AAAAAAAAAWY/jbj-H9m38Rc/s72-c/bloody-macbook-knockoff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-7931206782495525525</id><published>2011-02-01T03:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T05:40:15.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unconditional Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/K1qtf-qJpnM" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I watched this yesterday. Now that's true love. Like the bible teaches, through hardships, sickness and till death do us apart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There are many mistakes in our lives but all it takes is only one. Also there are many things we or I for that matter give up easily on but there was one thing rather one person who I never gave up easily on which I tried too even afterwards. And that was the one person who I ever thought of doing what this man had just displayed for all that was worth.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7600374733636513613-7931206782495525525?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7931206782495525525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/02/faithful-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/7931206782495525525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/7931206782495525525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/02/faithful-love.html' title='Unconditional Love'/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/K1qtf-qJpnM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-1860559696603683807</id><published>2011-01-27T22:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T23:10:16.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEm0E7P0cbI/TUGKijjaWAI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NBTUKdrLfDk/s1600/jaja%2B%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEm0E7P0cbI/TUGKijjaWAI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NBTUKdrLfDk/s320/jaja%2B%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566882940670597122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEm0E7P0cbI/TUGKW6VZcsI/AAAAAAAAAWE/Y2qa8wywPy8/s1600/dawn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEm0E7P0cbI/TUGKW6VZcsI/AAAAAAAAAWE/Y2qa8wywPy8/s320/dawn.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566882740627403458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEm0E7P0cbI/TUGJ8_g_VVI/AAAAAAAAAV8/uvNdukAf5Ns/s1600/rowling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEm0E7P0cbI/TUGJ8_g_VVI/AAAAAAAAAV8/uvNdukAf5Ns/s320/rowling.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566882295341602130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEm0E7P0cbI/TUGJpVUu8rI/AAAAAAAAAV0/xw66Jx1w99o/s1600/jaja.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEm0E7P0cbI/TUGJpVUu8rI/AAAAAAAAAV0/xw66Jx1w99o/s320/jaja.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566881957598393010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7600374733636513613-1860559696603683807?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1860559696603683807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/1860559696603683807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/1860559696603683807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEm0E7P0cbI/TUGKijjaWAI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NBTUKdrLfDk/s72-c/jaja%2B%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-8099219274766111123</id><published>2011-01-21T06:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T06:53:54.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some rumours are meant to spread, some are better unsaid. Watch your mouth. Measure your ego. Shove your fist down your own throat. Your mindless words might cost me what's mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I'll be lying if I'd say I'm perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEm0E7P0cbI/TTi7-PZVSaI/AAAAAAAAAVs/uWP2LRGT7FA/s1600/pic.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEm0E7P0cbI/TTi7-PZVSaI/AAAAAAAAAVs/uWP2LRGT7FA/s320/pic.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564404017575315874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes something perfect anyway? Images and perceptions of humans that was given, shown, presented and all then born perfection which makes everything else besides that was shown, given, presented, made of, turned into imperfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All except one, our all mighty God and his son Jesus Christ that was, is and always will be perfect in the eyes of not all, but his believers and some other people.&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/7600374733636513613-8099219274766111123?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8099219274766111123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/01/some-rumours-are-meant-to-spread-some.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/8099219274766111123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/8099219274766111123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/01/some-rumours-are-meant-to-spread-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEm0E7P0cbI/TTi7-PZVSaI/AAAAAAAAAVs/uWP2LRGT7FA/s72-c/pic.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-149975829960012604</id><published>2011-01-20T04:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T04:53:54.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;You dont just hang out with them regardless of their looks or what their status is rather it is of who they are&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7600374733636513613-149975829960012604?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/149975829960012604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/01/you-dont-just-hang-out-with-them.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/149975829960012604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/149975829960012604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/01/you-dont-just-hang-out-with-them.html' title=''/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-8584098907716689956</id><published>2011-01-14T04:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T04:33:47.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blinded</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's ironic how one no longer want to look or search for something anymore but that's when it comes around and look for you or the fact that every time we look for something we cant find it and when we dont, we do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or perhaps people are always so focused into a particular thing, that all things beside and surrounding it becomes completely blinded out by that person. Like how you read an important sudden msg at the beginning and stop reading it half way or read the rest with speed reading means not reading most of it. In a case scenario of a an insecure husband who places a camera in teddy bear (favourite move by alot of movies - SuperHero Movie, Cop Out etc ) and have them placed somewhere infront of their bed to see if their wives cheated behind their back. So in the end he watches it at the beginning where the wife takes of the shirt of another man and stops watching it, convinced she was cheating. But when he watches it entirely when he's much more calm, at the end, the wife actually knows about the camera and did that on purpose with her gay cousin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; "&lt;i&gt;People are blinded by the door they are trying to get through  infront of them that they miss the window beside it"&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It makes sense why everyone calls her bendan. HAHAHA. Xinyan you are indeed a bendan. Perhaps for my FYP I should conduct a research of comparison people from Perak and Penang where I already have the results. Penang people are significantly more bendan than Perak people. &gt;:D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;p/s : I CANNOT WAIT FOR MY MACBOOK! RAWR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7600374733636513613-8584098907716689956?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8584098907716689956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/01/blinded.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/8584098907716689956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/8584098907716689956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/01/blinded.html' title='Blinded'/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-2606879015427898141</id><published>2011-01-13T05:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T03:54:26.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Past and The Present.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sem break's about to end. Crappp havent been really productive this break. I just feel so tired rather not in the mood for anything. It's like some part of you and energy of yours been taken out where you just dont feel like doing anything. Perhaps it was all drained during the precamp preparations and examinations at the same time which both I totally thank god for going so well. Well at least better than last year's. Speaking of exams, results are out and damn am I thankful it was better than I thought it'd be considering I forgot to answer one question. 15marks man. Worst part of it, it's an easy peasy question to get a considerably full for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Naw, great it is to see another 3 souls saved into the kingdom! Well, that adds up to a total of 9 soul's saved in the year 2010. There's still more and by miracle god is really doing his works, bringing in people after people and working with the souls of these kids. God is good, you would say? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1 and half years more to go and i'll be leaving utar for good. So fasttttt lar. You see Im not that type that usually go ahead and plan a big plan for my future. There's just a couple of things that I have in mind. Hopefully after my degree I can pursue my masters which is another thing for me to worry about, which field should I specifically go into. Looking at the economy and how things are progressing, my generation would really have a hard time when we graduate and start searching for jobs. It worries me sometimes how it would turn out then. At times I want to leave for other places with better environments and more promising future also for my family sake. Sigh. As always, I just have to trust in god for he provides right? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been thinking too of several things. Been on my mind for sometime. The long driving time from occasionally outings of Cj and church really gives plenty of time to think of alot of stuff. Like being around all those youth doesnt really give you a chance to feel like yourself at times, lets say when your frustrated or angry, you cant just go around showing muka masam and all. Especially with these bunch of kids, emo trend kasi kaw kaw. All emo kings and queens. What I need is a break. Getting caught off guard isnt pleasant at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEm0E7P0cbI/TS4pk2owzhI/AAAAAAAAAVg/VB66m5p5KnY/s320/picture.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561428302967655954" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; This struggle between the mind and body makes me wanna just run off somewhere. Freed from chores, studies, church, people I know, pc games, facebook, anything even it's just a little while. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;An mel, sidh a gell - For love, peace and joy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7600374733636513613-2606879015427898141?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/2606879015427898141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/01/past-and-present.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/2606879015427898141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/2606879015427898141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/01/past-and-present.html' title='The Past and The Present.'/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEm0E7P0cbI/TS4pk2owzhI/AAAAAAAAAVg/VB66m5p5KnY/s72-c/picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-2307426807664505775</id><published>2011-01-02T06:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T06:25:34.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mcadams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEm0E7P0cbI/TR-pS3nMy7I/AAAAAAAAAVY/eoweb0XKcHQ/s1600/rachel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEm0E7P0cbI/TR-pS3nMy7I/AAAAAAAAAVY/eoweb0XKcHQ/s320/rachel.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557346606829587378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why do I keep getting confused between her and jennifer garner? -__- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not all beautiful but seemingly attractive. Cliche. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7600374733636513613-2307426807664505775?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/2307426807664505775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/01/mcadams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/2307426807664505775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/2307426807664505775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2011/01/mcadams.html' title='Mcadams'/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEm0E7P0cbI/TR-pS3nMy7I/AAAAAAAAAVY/eoweb0XKcHQ/s72-c/rachel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-7808994258347231878</id><published>2010-12-31T03:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T04:28:21.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harn Gur</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ha naegra an na anann.  Iest ha al arnediad. Ha anann im al  dihena sen naeg ind. Nin arad sui dem laew. Harna ned i brun andrann dar. Im gelir ha peleth sui annan aglonn. Im innas gar mel le an uir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Echil moe. Ha car brona anann.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEm0E7P0cbI/TRzq5UjzTwI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/RcH0azqxabw/s320/rainy-day-play-bw-1.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 188px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556574310760664834" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since blogger does not let you privatize certain post. This should do it. However it does take sometime to slowly translate word by word. Oh wells. None of you would know anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7600374733636513613-7808994258347231878?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7808994258347231878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2010/12/harn-gur.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/7808994258347231878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/7808994258347231878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2010/12/harn-gur.html' title='Harn Gur'/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEm0E7P0cbI/TRzq5UjzTwI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/RcH0azqxabw/s72-c/rainy-day-play-bw-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-8794019755762581791</id><published>2010-12-28T04:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T05:15:32.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Edhel Lammen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 20px; font-family: 'Tengwar Annatar'; "&gt;]y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 20px; font-family: 'Agency FB', sans-serif; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 20px; font-family: 'Tengwar Annatar'; "&gt;`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 20px; font-family: 'Agency FB', sans-serif; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 20px; font-family: 'Tengwar Annatar'; "&gt;2h`g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 20px; font-family: 'Agency FB', sans-serif; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 20px; font-family: 'Tengwar Annatar'; "&gt;3`8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 20px; font-family: 'Agency FB', sans-serif; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 20px; font-family: 'Tengwar Annatar'; "&gt;7`flÀ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 20px; font-family: 'Tengwar Annatar'; "&gt;jll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 20px; font-family: 'Tengwar Quenya', serif; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 20px; font-family: 'Tengwar Annatar'; "&gt;yl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 20px; font-family: 'Tengwar Quenya', serif; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 20px; font-family: 'Tengwar Annatar'; "&gt;jl]76&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 20px; font-family: 'Tengwar Quenya', serif; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 20px; font-family: 'Tengwar Annatar'; "&gt;yh7l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 20px; font-family: 'Tengwar Quenya', serif; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 20px; font-family: 'Tengwar Annatar'; "&gt;eh7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 20px; font-family: 'Tengwar Quenya', serif; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 20px; font-family: 'Tengwar Annatar'; "&gt;6hn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Apparently, facebook does not allow you post tengwar, also known as elvish words. Well, try guessing what I wrote and that is if it's even correct. Cant bloody find tutorials to learn the writings or the language. Damn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;However Im more interested in thier language rather than writing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sina nat' rashwe edhel lammen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7600374733636513613-8794019755762581791?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8794019755762581791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2010/12/edhel-lammen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/8794019755762581791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/8794019755762581791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2010/12/edhel-lammen.html' title='Edhel Lammen'/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-7197104158482941934</id><published>2010-12-25T01:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T01:06:11.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday Jesus! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(that sounds weird) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;May I be blessed with a macbook pro. &gt;:D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or should I be considering to get it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hmmmmmm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7600374733636513613-7197104158482941934?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7197104158482941934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-birthday-jesus-that-sounds-weird.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/7197104158482941934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/7197104158482941934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-birthday-jesus-that-sounds-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-1266249725991850902</id><published>2010-12-17T05:08:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T05:41:55.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GB Factor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MKGNi4fXOpo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Check them out. God! Look at Sonia! Just look at her man. Drives you crazy. Probably she out-hots Janice due to the (G/B)guitar/bass-factor. Yes, the gui-tar-fac-tor. Babes with guitar/bass will  x10 the original hotness. It's like it just makes it hot hot hotter more. Lol. Something you would call, the bone-factor. Dont get anything wrong. Just using a metaphor from How I Met Your Mother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEm0E7P0cbI/TQqCsaihhqI/AAAAAAAAAU0/4b9k1gM6P5w/s320/scarlett.jpg" /&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Say, this is on a scale to 1-10 is an 8.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEm0E7P0cbI/TQqDWhPieXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/jgXIwgf25uE/s1600/G-A-68.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEm0E7P0cbI/TQqDWhPieXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/jgXIwgf25uE/s320/G-A-68.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551393913591462258" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 120px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEm0E7P0cbI/TQqDbQrp4KI/AAAAAAAAAVE/rArBlRkrYOs/s1600/RF-00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEm0E7P0cbI/TQqDbQrp4KI/AAAAAAAAAVE/rArBlRkrYOs/s320/RF-00.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551393995045331106" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 120px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;would make her a 16 instead. Hmmm. Scrape that, Im giving her 18 with original value of 9. =X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, it's from Baaaaaarney's bloggie. Here : -&lt;a href="http://www.cbs.com/primetime/how_i_met_your_mother/community/barney_blog/index.php"&gt;http://www.cbs.com/primetime/how_i_met_your_mother/community/barney_blog/index.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though I must say his theory is not what Im implicating. Ah and Im here wasting time blogging about this. I cant care much basically -____- Stressing my head out. Exams and organizing camps definitely do not go well together. It's like you have to look right and left at the same time with one head and which your eyes no-can-do split either side. If only kage-bushins are real &gt;:3 Heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I may not look like it but sitting down and thinking of loop holes in the schedule, stuffs and all is really hard with lotsa things to be thought about. I wonder how he did it on his first time? Tooooo noob at this. Perhaps if given another opportunity I would do better. -__- since exp gained = increase of lvl. Dota terms. Hah. 1 week without it. 3 more weeks and I will complete my self-challenge &gt;.&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(it's probably gonna fail this week or after 2 weeks)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9 Hours countdown to Counseling and Method Techniques 1. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7600374733636513613-1266249725991850902?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1266249725991850902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2010/12/gb-factor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/1266249725991850902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/1266249725991850902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2010/12/gb-factor.html' title='GB Factor'/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEm0E7P0cbI/TQqCsaihhqI/AAAAAAAAAU0/4b9k1gM6P5w/s72-c/scarlett.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-708521525870355644</id><published>2010-12-13T02:45:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T03:15:18.775+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEm0E7P0cbI/TQUa-Ymv4EI/AAAAAAAAATs/qfxYzz2SAT4/s320/neo%2Bgene%2Byear%2Bbook%2B2010.png'/><title type='text'>Adoration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hoho, look at these babiesss! :D Just what I want if I wanna get one :3 Sexy damn! I wanna get them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEm0E7P0cbI/TQUeFjjN96I/AAAAAAAAAUk/rcYlxu6l8Dw/s1600/U-02_HELLION2_WH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 120px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEm0E7P0cbI/TQUeFjjN96I/AAAAAAAAAUk/rcYlxu6l8Dw/s320/U-02_HELLION2_WH.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549875196595140514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uruha's Hellion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEm0E7P0cbI/TQUeY5nt_5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/93LXhrO1c9w/s320/G-A-68.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 120px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549875528937111442" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aoi's. Didnt know the brand name as it's in japanese? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LdiIZFy6v2M?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LdiIZFy6v2M?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; "&gt;PLEDGE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;What I realized　only after I hurt you was that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I was looking for the number of faults　in you　when we should have looked at each other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Our days were buried in small lies　In order to avoid these doubts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Our hearts must know the meaning of losing each other　This second winter is standing still&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;You are lost because you cannot see tomorrow　Raising your voice you were crying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Without being able to find any words I just caught your tears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Wrapped in loneliness the days soaked both of us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;We were repeatedly looking for　understanding　I can feel it deeply once again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;It's no lie when I said that I felt eternity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I will certainly be by your side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I don't need "I love you" anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;If only you'd stay forever by my side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I want to be broken by you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Who exhausted your voice by crying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;All the words from the beginning to the end were said to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;So that you won't let go of these arms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;The same dream that stood by our side washed us both away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;The small lies change their shapes and dissolve into a white breath of air&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;So that we won't forget the meaning of losing each other　It doesn't matter how many times it has to be carved into my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I leave this "goodbye" right here and move forward&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I won't lose you once again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;So that we can assure ourselves of our love we both had to see sorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Even if we both end up vanishing tomorrow　It's okay to not cry anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Someday we will change into two people that pass like the seasons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Even if there will be nights when you will be frozen from sadness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Don't forget&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Nothing will ever end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; "&gt;In a deep dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;They are changing. They start to sing more of this kinda love song thinggy. Thier style are starting to be more different as compared to when they started. Cant stop loving them and Julien has been a very good source provider for their info and songs. Got this bunch of photos around 7gb from her? Damn that's super alot. If you've seen them with and without makeup you'll know the power of it. How much it actually changes their appearance. They just released a new album not too long with new appearance again :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEm0E7P0cbI/TQUa-Ymv4EI/AAAAAAAAATs/qfxYzz2SAT4/s320/neo%2Bgene%2Byear%2Bbook%2B2010.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549871774863188034" style="cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEm0E7P0cbI/TQUbZEKAjOI/AAAAAAAAAT0/P5B9m7EVF2g/s320/Gemcerey%2BRuki.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549872233230404834" style="cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;Ruki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEm0E7P0cbI/TQUbvzf3IVI/AAAAAAAAAT8/tt2cjPZmRCY/s320/Gemcerey%2BKai.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549872623895650642" style="cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Kai. Despite having extensions, they say he looks better in long hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEm0E7P0cbI/TQUb0eQUa1I/AAAAAAAAAUE/n1e76-8Xb7A/s320/Gemcerey%2BReita.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549872704092662610" style="cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;Reita, I want his jacket!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEm0E7P0cbI/TQUb4XDCM0I/AAAAAAAAAUM/RxOkEEd0XFw/s320/Gemcerey%2BUru.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 249px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549872770877371202" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; "&gt;Uruha, he's the best =S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEm0E7P0cbI/TQUc0IbvgeI/AAAAAAAAAUc/Iml80Q2_n6Y/s320/Gemcerey%2BAoi.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 249px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549873797746622946" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aoi with his lavish fashion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I ended blogging about them instead of what I had initially in mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7600374733636513613-708521525870355644?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/708521525870355644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2010/12/adoration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/708521525870355644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/708521525870355644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2010/12/adoration.html' title='Adoration'/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEm0E7P0cbI/TQUeFjjN96I/AAAAAAAAAUk/rcYlxu6l8Dw/s72-c/U-02_HELLION2_WH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-4148648526936466679</id><published>2010-12-08T04:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T05:15:01.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over a beer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_YtzsUdSC_I?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_YtzsUdSC_I?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finally found this song which I overheard on the radio after so long. Standard chords Em C G D with capo. :p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Had a decent talk with Elaine over a beer. The talk indeed brought back bitter sweet memories. Emotional people just gotta have it a little harder then other people do they? Things we regret doing, saying, thinking or perhaps things that could have or should have be done or also that could be avoided. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then again, it brought on some reflection on self when Elaine pop some questions to me. Indeed, somewhere, perhaps in some corners inside me, it is just how that melody from the song sings which I try so hard to deny all the time. Weak I may be, but I still have my solid rock to stand on which I know never fails me. Abide I shall in him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Like the taste of your smile&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7600374733636513613-4148648526936466679?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/4148648526936466679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2010/12/over-beer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/4148648526936466679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/4148648526936466679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2010/12/over-beer.html' title='Over a beer'/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-4775415381499539153</id><published>2010-12-01T09:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T10:22:08.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Easy come, easy go</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SR6iYWJxHqs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SR6iYWJxHqs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"I would go through all this pain" - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Bruno Mars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Strange, how love can drive people to do certain things even to an extend of going over a certain limit. Seen it- absolutely horrible, done it - foolish fool and also been through it - broken pieces. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Broken melodies that tells the tale of despair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7600374733636513613-4775415381499539153?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/4775415381499539153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2010/12/easy-come-easy-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/4775415381499539153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/4775415381499539153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2010/12/easy-come-easy-go.html' title='Easy come, easy go'/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-3613659043596229422</id><published>2010-11-25T17:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T17:39:55.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ze "Box"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just want to go into my &lt;i&gt;Nothing Box. &lt;/i&gt;You can practically just do nothing and sit there. Awesome .___. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have plenty to write but it came to nothing I started to sit and stare and blogger. Perhaps I should venture more in my &lt;i&gt;Nothing Box &lt;/i&gt;first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyways, Christmas Night is tonight. Gotta get going for preparation. Let God guide us and lead us.  May his might hands be with us. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7600374733636513613-3613659043596229422?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/3613659043596229422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2010/11/ze-box.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/3613659043596229422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/3613659043596229422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2010/11/ze-box.html' title='Ze &quot;Box&quot;'/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-6117735816071651364</id><published>2010-11-09T01:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T02:04:48.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fatigue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tired. And more to come in the coming weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord god please be my tower of strength and perseverance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEm0E7P0cbI/TNg7bGrsqSI/AAAAAAAAATc/21BAbe4EaKM/s1600/save.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEm0E7P0cbI/TNg7bGrsqSI/AAAAAAAAATc/21BAbe4EaKM/s320/save.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537241078688426274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will get you soon, well at least still thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEm0E7P0cbI/TNg7nfX0etI/AAAAAAAAATk/W2aoRypgEpc/s1600/macbook_pro_black-1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEm0E7P0cbI/TNg7nfX0etI/AAAAAAAAATk/W2aoRypgEpc/s320/macbook_pro_black-1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537241291474369234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/7600374733636513613-6117735816071651364?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6117735816071651364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2010/11/fatigue.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/6117735816071651364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/6117735816071651364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2010/11/fatigue.html' title=''/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEm0E7P0cbI/TNg7bGrsqSI/AAAAAAAAATc/21BAbe4EaKM/s72-c/save.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-5075220525645024813</id><published>2010-11-03T02:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T02:45:29.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need moreeeee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gahhh!! I need more time. Time is what this sem doesnt give me. Maybe it's due to the long hours of classes which starts at 8 and ends at 4/5 pm. Im always tired and forced to get naps everyday. I dont even have time to work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's assignment due dates next week. 2 Mid Terms on the following week and another on the following week. Debate group nearing too. Then there's youth thing to think about, the camp issues and so on. I havent even started practicing the songs for the camp and still doubt I would find any time for it yet. There's just so many things here and there. Hassle Buzzle. Had to turn down florence to play for her during CF next week too. Turned down several other invitations too. Man I ffk-ed so many people this week. -___- Holy moly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally get a proper connection here in Kampar. Ever since the sembreak, danish changed thier internet to P1. God. Slow as ever. I can barely do anything. Google page doesnt load. Facebook only loads the title out. Utar website only the banner. Cant do nuts. End up playing this. Heck I still wouldnt know how to play this if she didnt teach me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEm0E7P0cbI/TNBabWWy6EI/AAAAAAAAATM/UrdfGWXcczY/s1600/minesweeper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEm0E7P0cbI/TNBabWWy6EI/AAAAAAAAATM/UrdfGWXcczY/s320/minesweeper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535023367942498370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried downloading iTunes for this laptop. And guess what with my P1 connection. Check out the time remaining &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEm0E7P0cbI/TNBaxN0HCoI/AAAAAAAAATU/zyX5sx0NBvQ/s1600/AwesomeInternet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEm0E7P0cbI/TNBaxN0HCoI/AAAAAAAAATU/zyX5sx0NBvQ/s320/AwesomeInternet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535023743606655618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happened to stumble upon the english version of Wedding Dress - Jason Chen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RJi1WBFBlck?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RJi1WBFBlck?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I dont get jealous just because my ex has a new boyfriend. My mom thought me to give away used toys to the less unfortunate - &lt;/span&gt;B.J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont exactly agree all of it but that man has got some point .__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched expendables?&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I needed more time&lt;/span&gt;" - in Jet Li's accent. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7600374733636513613-5075220525645024813?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5075220525645024813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-need-moreeeee.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/5075220525645024813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/5075220525645024813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-need-moreeeee.html' title='I need moreeeee'/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEm0E7P0cbI/TNBabWWy6EI/AAAAAAAAATM/UrdfGWXcczY/s72-c/minesweeper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-7605639079485001108</id><published>2010-10-28T03:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T03:51:09.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why cant I sleep at the time when I need it most .__. been having so many 8am classes. zzzz They are like super repellent for you to not go. Having one in 4 hours time -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so many thing to update. There's cf camp and new sem. But I just dont have the time. It's gonna be a super busy sem =( Didnt even go out at night for the past weeks besides just now. CF cg outing. Had dinner with Jensen's cell as well. So it was a combine cell outing. Oh and we played "This is Three" again. Evil game ";....;" but dontcha just love to see their reactions ;p And the 12 of us went to ipoh in 3 cars to watch R.E.D at parade. I would say not bad considering so many stars are there. Love the sarcasm and jokes :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ever thought that behind those smiles were a sad story? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&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/7600374733636513613-7605639079485001108?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7605639079485001108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2010/10/why-cant-i-sleep-at-time-when-i-need-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/7605639079485001108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/7605639079485001108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2010/10/why-cant-i-sleep-at-time-when-i-need-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-5358742840509539673</id><published>2010-10-11T05:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T06:09:40.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Booyah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey It's been awhile! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I need to be more consistent. It was productive for me last week and not so productive this week. But hey, I think I accomplished quite a number of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Logistics for upcoming camp =/ So worried I'll leave things out or the bus wont go the way it should &gt;.&gt; Just realized I have several extra responsibilities there too. Came surprising but no complains. Love doing all these stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Managed to exercise more. :D  Damnit. I dont like my weight now xD Read alot on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;scoobysworkshop.com&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Practiced more guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Spend time with old friends. Had awesome talk at Baliz with Elaine Voon. Went takei with doyou, adrian and chee hoe. As well as some of my ex schoolmates. They're like what? the few dudes that i keep in touch from school apart from those in my class. And boy am I getting too many calls for ta kei &gt;.&gt; Talking to elaine made me miss those 1512 days with everyone there! One stop house for whatever you may need : bicycle pump, cc centre, hotel, jamming centre, gathering spot, music center, bicycle rental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Managed to come out with some new stuff for some of the youth to do. Lets hope it works. Man was I pissed at him today -___- But then again, it takes time for him to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Spent some time with CF ppl. Technically, only Jensen lol. Ah better than no effort? Interesting to know about other churches yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. New sling bag. Bloody expensive -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally phailed :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Spending good time with god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Accomplish the amount of exercise I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Finding new guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Downloading the complete albums of The Gazette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;I need to be more prepared for the youth camp. -___- Glad that I got involved in CF's camp committee. At least I know I lack THAT MUCH to be fully prepared. I would have totally screw up as camp coordinator for the youth camp at year end if I do not buck up &gt;.&gt;  But then again, I would like to give thanks to god for all his gracious grace on everything up to today. Get to play paintball last month, awesome badminton sessions, good bonding times with the few remaining of GMC people, mainly ah win, half nigg ah rao, joy and judee. Ah and also with Elaine who's back from UK and finally get to try that Toilet Bowl Restaurant at Penang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I say your beautiful, I never just meant your physical appearance. It just means I have come to accept you the way you are despite the flaws you have just like me, you, her, him, them, they, us and everyone. Beauty from both outside and inside is what I meant. &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/7600374733636513613-5358742840509539673?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5358742840509539673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2010/10/booyah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/5358742840509539673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/5358742840509539673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2010/10/booyah.html' title='Booyah!'/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-114585058677272267</id><published>2010-09-29T05:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T05:51:18.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From me to you</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/84UPk5uuvKk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/84UPk5uuvKk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So many remix and mashes for this song. Keep getting different covers of this on my wall. This, me like. Mix of two songs. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                                                    *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Honestly, I didnt know what to say when you told me you read and start asking. It made me wanna privatize this place for a moment but &lt;span&gt;there's so much to say and ask&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So I'll tell you here,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I figured that answer was best at that moment. It wasnt because I was mad or anything. You know the answer even if I do not answer it. It's not easy for me to forget. You have him by your side. Technically speaking it's easier for you. I really wanted to talk. But the gap's been too long. Far too long. It was for the best of both us. You moved on. So dont do anything else necessary. Like returning something that once had significance to me. For reasons I dont know. You walked away not just once. So please go on until our roads cross again be it friends or whatever comes along. Perhaps or perhaps not if you knew me better, you know how it  affects me, alot. There's much more to say but I guess there's not much reason to that. I like it  the way it was before you did anything necessary. Take care, smiles :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guess there's really nothing for us to talk about anymore now eh?&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/7600374733636513613-114585058677272267?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/114585058677272267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2010/09/from-me-to-you.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/114585058677272267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/114585058677272267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2010/09/from-me-to-you.html' title='From me to you'/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-5710851549908133645</id><published>2010-09-27T02:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T02:46:51.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Solitary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love windy and chilly nights. It's been awhile since I last been there. Solitary I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only the things you read &amp;amp; study in each semester gets imprinted into your bloody head like an event which you cant forget no matter how. That, would be totally ass kicking. Sadly, it doesnt. Instead those that you'd wish you would want to forget stays behind stubbornly =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, it's gonna take awhile now that it all came back. Emotions. Robots deserve a better life than I do temporarily. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about ass kicking. Watched Legend of Zhen Chen. Damn he's fast. Rather satisfying but he aint what I thought of a Bruce Lee remake version that I had in mind. TGV is in a mess with "sauna" system theater hall. The outside is even more cooling than the inside of the theater Renovation or expansion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On brighter note, xinyan isnt going for operation.&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/7600374733636513613-5710851549908133645?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5710851549908133645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2010/09/solitary.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/5710851549908133645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/5710851549908133645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2010/09/solitary.html' title='Solitary'/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-8575582851654106368</id><published>2010-09-26T01:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T07:09:55.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As much as I want too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's really nothing for us to talk about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self comfort works?No?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7600374733636513613-8575582851654106368?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8575582851654106368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post_26.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/8575582851654106368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/8575582851654106368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post_26.html' title=''/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-4679439638814063381</id><published>2010-09-25T04:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T04:15:18.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smiles</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ae-qoFPINCc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ae-qoFPINCc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I came across this song the other day on mtv. Pretty funny mv but it's kinda cool song. Sonia in leathers. Smexy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your amazing just the way you are :] Well, she was what I would describe perfectly. But that's another old story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"When she smiles, the whole world stops and stares at her for awhile"&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/7600374733636513613-4679439638814063381?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/4679439638814063381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2010/09/smiles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/4679439638814063381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/4679439638814063381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2010/09/smiles.html' title='Smiles'/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-212423944496210819</id><published>2010-09-24T02:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T02:33:50.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unbearable Act</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1uyyCdclt_8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1uyyCdclt_8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of the songs from thier new album Red. Consisting of 3 songs :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Red&lt;br /&gt;2. Vermin&lt;br /&gt;3. Unbeareable Act&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEm0E7P0cbI/TJuYvPAB9KI/AAAAAAAAAS8/OYot4tm_niQ/s1600/TheGazetteREDAlbumart2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEm0E7P0cbI/TJuYvPAB9KI/AAAAAAAAAS8/OYot4tm_niQ/s320/TheGazetteREDAlbumart2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520173705520608418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEm0E7P0cbI/TJuY2DKXq_I/AAAAAAAAATE/RHqleQyO5mY/s1600/ThegazetteNewLookHeader+copy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEm0E7P0cbI/TJuY2DKXq_I/AAAAAAAAATE/RHqleQyO5mY/s320/ThegazetteNewLookHeader+copy.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520173822601833458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repression. That's what I've been neglecting myself with despite the fact that no such feelings exist any longer. It's all been put aside in a corner, and came one fine day where that corner was exposed. Then came tumbling all sorts of unwanted emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By all means I should have ignored it. But grace seems to get the better part of me. I see how now how hard it was for Jesus too. Grace grace grace that's what gmc has been preaching about. To put in picture wise, jesus level of grace would be at the top of a 1000 times of KL Twin Tower no. of levels while ours is just the ground floor level. That's how big the difference is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgave everything that I should but myself. The irony of it. What unbearable act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, you shouldnt be coming this close. Im not prepared nor do I want to hurt either one of us. I'd like to keep it the way it is now.&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/7600374733636513613-212423944496210819?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/212423944496210819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2010/09/one-of-songs-from-thier-new-album-red.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/212423944496210819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/212423944496210819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2010/09/one-of-songs-from-thier-new-album-red.html' title='Unbearable Act'/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEm0E7P0cbI/TJuYvPAB9KI/AAAAAAAAAS8/OYot4tm_niQ/s72-c/TheGazetteREDAlbumart2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-8395515403852098897</id><published>2010-09-23T21:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T21:13:55.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's long gone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What use of it doing so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, the whole bag went into the trash can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What used to be my favourite, meanings it hold has already been gone the moment you walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's just like every other ordinary stuff which makes no difference being disposed or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should have done it yourself instead of giving it back to me.&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/7600374733636513613-8395515403852098897?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8395515403852098897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-long-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/8395515403852098897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/8395515403852098897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-long-gone.html' title='It&apos;s long gone.'/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-2967290742628617505</id><published>2010-09-21T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T16:36:33.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nd9RMzXKj-0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nd9RMzXKj-0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7600374733636513613-2967290742628617505?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/2967290742628617505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/2967290742628617505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/2967290742628617505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-4840138891022944308</id><published>2010-09-20T21:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T21:22:08.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dont see any reasons why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neither do I see any on the other party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all this time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanings, significants and representives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all that are left - ashes of memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bits and pieces, here and there.&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/7600374733636513613-4840138891022944308?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/4840138891022944308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-dont-see-any-reasons-why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/4840138891022944308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/4840138891022944308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-dont-see-any-reasons-why.html' title=''/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-283268737830369668</id><published>2010-09-15T18:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T18:41:22.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XQaq3uFqZEE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XQaq3uFqZEE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pluckings and rap song. Good combo. Had short acoustic and rap sessions with ash sometime back before degree. Ahh, those days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's been awhile. But still why? Humans emotions are such a complex cognitives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"See her pretty face, run my fingers through her hair" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7600374733636513613-283268737830369668?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/283268737830369668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2010/09/pluckings-and-rap-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/283268737830369668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/283268737830369668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2010/09/pluckings-and-rap-song.html' title=''/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-4371735324493213600</id><published>2010-09-12T04:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T02:34:16.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's HERE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DVujA7bOZwM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DVujA7bOZwM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&gt; edit *blah they keep giving that copyright thinggy* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tired, upset tummy, de-stressed but this is just too awesome. Thier New PV issssshhh HERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;\m/ ROCK ON! ( immitates the accent of the surfer dudes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well well, it just had to me eh? Bloody prophecies. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Please Wake Me Up later. Holy Smack me  if you need to. XOXO&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/7600374733636513613-4371735324493213600?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/4371735324493213600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/4371735324493213600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/4371735324493213600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-here.html' title='It&apos;s HERE!'/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-1020683840381115467</id><published>2010-09-08T03:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T04:08:13.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh dear</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="660" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OZ3EZnrW5Xc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OZ3EZnrW5Xc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="660" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh my love! It's aired on japan radio. Preview version. And their new looks are always never disappointing. Uruha is blood red this time. I'd say I gotta love Ruki this time. He's pretty cool this time without some weird looking hair. (where usually he's hair is the most outstanding by means of oddest) I get my updates now and then since I found my group of people who love them as well. Save me some effort too :3 Can't wait for the coming album! Woohooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting stopped alot by Encik Polis everywhere. :D Duit kopi Duit kopi. You'll never get them =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling kinda bad I ffk-ed her so many times -__- Somemore kena sound jual mahal. Babi betul. What can I do? I choose ipoh over kampar =X Maybe I should make it a point to make it up for "ffk-ing" though it aint my fault -.- So young and getting stones in kidney or is it gall bladder? May your operation be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on second thoughts, I wonder if it was a wise choice taking up so much commitment in CF while I have to have my own responsibilities at church with a tough exam schedule ahead. Maybe I should slow down and take only what I can handle. I shouldnt chew off more than I can bite now. That's like going in a fight with 5 heroes with DD knowing it's suicidal though you might take 1 or 2 maybe 3 if lucky with you along. But a game can always be restarted while this is serious shit. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless Me~ S.O.S Lord I need your guidance. &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/7600374733636513613-1020683840381115467?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1020683840381115467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2010/09/oh-dear.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/1020683840381115467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/1020683840381115467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2010/09/oh-dear.html' title='Oh dear'/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-355332251025470413</id><published>2010-09-06T00:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T00:09:46.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Left Unsaid</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-Y4cNnJRRFw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-Y4cNnJRRFw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;US College students level production quality. Good I would say. I've seen broadcasting seniors production aint as good as this one tho. Maybe they dont have the equipment these guys have. Interesting enough the director majors in Math at Yale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took interest in thier song during the credits. This guy did covers for several songs O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam Tsui - Don't Want An Ending&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't wanna fall out but we're all out of time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Is this over?) (Don't want an ending)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In one day no way you'll be mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Is this over?) (Don't want an ending)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart is running on empty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One more day and then we go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, the time goes on now, don't ask me how&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll be home tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But a thousand miles too far away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Say you won't forget and i'll be okay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least tonight, it's just you and me and honestly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's everything i need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't wanna fall out but we're all out of time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Is this over?) (Don't want an ending)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In one day no way you'll be mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Is this over?) (Don't want an ending)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight's the countdown 'till the day we're not around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Is this over?) (Don't want an ending)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you're gone and we're on with our lives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Is this over?) (Don't want an ending)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want an ending&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't want an ending...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7600374733636513613-355332251025470413?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/355332251025470413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2010/09/nothing-left-unsaid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/355332251025470413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/355332251025470413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2010/09/nothing-left-unsaid.html' title='Nothing Left Unsaid'/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-7294413986581031557</id><published>2010-08-30T20:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T20:58:38.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ah, how troublesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad control of emotions recently. What a pain in the ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must be the thoughts.&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/7600374733636513613-7294413986581031557?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7294413986581031557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2010/08/ah-how-troublesome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/7294413986581031557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/7294413986581031557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2010/08/ah-how-troublesome.html' title=''/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-7510048588341182277</id><published>2010-08-25T03:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T04:16:22.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Asian Neyo</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vXNmN0kHRwA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vXNmN0kHRwA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Something similar happened back then, 5 years ago is a long time eh? That's when it all started. Never thought that our friendship would have just been broken just like that. What happened to &lt;i&gt;"Bros over Hoes?"&lt;/i&gt;. Was it worth our bonds? Perhaps or perhaps not we would still remain as friends.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I somehow like this song. The choreography is just nice. Triangle Love eh? Call it a flattery for a lady to get involve in such. However, things will never be same for all parties pretty much? Every story gotta have an ending right? Be it good or bad. Sour and bitterness with broken hearts comes in a 2 in 1 package. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So is it "&lt;i&gt;Infatuation"&lt;/i&gt; or that particular feeling called &lt;i&gt;"Love"? &lt;/i&gt;How troublesome. I dont want this. Lols &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7600374733636513613-7510048588341182277?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7510048588341182277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2010/08/asian-neyo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/7510048588341182277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/7510048588341182277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2010/08/asian-neyo.html' title='Asian Neyo'/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-4180505068176068946</id><published>2010-08-23T01:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T01:25:20.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Upon Collide</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oNSFBC_4FoE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oNSFBC_4FoE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This band aint too bad. Low profile but I kinda like em. Love this version more than then original. =S Several covers on other songs were done too. Not bad. This one was thier own written song it seems. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/37TSAlRKfGs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/37TSAlRKfGs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I noticed most of thier songs pretty much the same chords with a capo on 1st fret. G, C, D, E, F#/D mainly. Hmmm. Envious Me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Many thoughts to ponder on. Retreat, Cf camp, finals and so on. It's weird how Im always the unlucky victim on that freaking list -__- Damnit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7600374733636513613-4180505068176068946?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/4180505068176068946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-band-aint-too-bad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/4180505068176068946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/4180505068176068946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-band-aint-too-bad.html' title='Upon Collide'/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-1578827086552619353</id><published>2010-08-15T01:27:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T02:29:55.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl On Youtube =X</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEm0E7P0cbI/TGbUX1pS5ZI/AAAAAAAAASk/rml1Jkqfmgw/s1600/AWESOME.php.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEm0E7P0cbI/TGbUX1pS5ZI/AAAAAAAAASk/rml1Jkqfmgw/s320/AWESOME.php.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505321100509373842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Girl, your smile kills =S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;" I wish for you on a fallin' star,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;wonderin' where you are,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; Do I ever cross your mind, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;In the warm shunshine, she's from the city of angels,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;like Betty Davis, James Dean and Gable,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;never know what she means to me, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I fell for the girl that's on Youtube. "&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How Ironic xD Caught up with Doyou recently. He started going gym it seems. Hmmm. He's got sticker for Utar car parking -__- What are the odds man?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEm0E7P0cbI/TGbXl--rouI/AAAAAAAAASs/uHCRjtyfmXM/s320/40571_416858883070_634373070_4696093_241924_n.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505324642068046562" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Movies nowadays always have actresses who arent all to super beautiful yet amazingly attractive enough.( Rao, 2010) *quoting for future director* Hahaha. Good point taken down. Only exception would be Kate Beckinsale. She pass for all. xD And BOO megan fox. She sucks balls. Absolutely do not find her hot -__- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Yeap and she's one of those rare too find around who's attractive and interesting personality. At least someone who's real. Lols. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That bracelet from the Hillsong concert was 7 bucks! Total ripped off. But luckily my sis got it for free :D (at least i think she got it for free). I like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just realized my settings have screwed up. I dont get notifications for comments on my post. How annoying. Maybe I should get a chatbox like SO MANY COMMENTS said so . The shit =.= &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;\m/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Rock my blog without a chatbox. Mwahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7600374733636513613-1578827086552619353?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1578827086552619353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2010/08/hoho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/1578827086552619353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/1578827086552619353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2010/08/hoho.html' title='Girl On Youtube =X'/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEm0E7P0cbI/TGbUX1pS5ZI/AAAAAAAAASk/rml1Jkqfmgw/s72-c/AWESOME.php.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-1529365157507812385</id><published>2010-08-11T12:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T12:05:53.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uelHwf8o7_U&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uelHwf8o7_U&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I thought it was Arvil who was singing. This song now repeatedly plays in my head. Darn radio plays it so often. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Just gonna stand there and watch me burn&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But it's alright because I like the way it hurts&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just gonna stand there and here me cry&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But it's alright because I like the way you lie" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;Emo sial ^ the lyrics -__-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7600374733636513613-1529365157507812385?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1529365157507812385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2010/08/and-i-thought-it-was-arvil-who-was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/1529365157507812385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/1529365157507812385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2010/08/and-i-thought-it-was-arvil-who-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-2260593202440701494</id><published>2010-08-11T03:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T04:20:21.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once Upon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;.....a time, there was this boy who received scholarship to stu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;dy at a great educat&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;ion place, to overseas, everything paid for. So he went for it&lt;/i&gt;(Duh anyone would!&lt;i&gt;) . However two months later, he came back to marry his high school love giving up his education overseas.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;They lived happily ever after.....not for long. The boy inherited the bookstore he's father left behind. A rather famous one. Years went by, the wife got rather bored and wanted to went around Europe singing as a career ; wanted to be famous. The boy who is now a man was surprised with his wife's sudden urge for a change.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; They talked and talked. Yet the wife has made up her mind.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;As the wife was leaving, the man passed her wife a golden key, the key to the house they are living in. The man said "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;This is the key to our house. I'll be waiting everyday at our house or at the bookstore.&lt;/span&gt;" Sadden, the man buried himself in books. The grief was just too great. Day and night he waited and waited for her return. Years passed.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;O&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;h guess what? This particular day 15years later, the wife returned. She entered the bookstore. Happy to see her husband again. The man approach his wife asking what book she was looking for. He couldnt recognize&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; her of c&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;ourse. She was different, with the fashion and makeup, everything. She was stunned for a moment. Taken back, she then said "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Im looking for a book that goes something like this ; There was once this boy who receive scholarship for good education overseas but he gave it up to marry his high school love. Years later, the wife wanted to travel to sing all over Europe. Upon her departure, that man left her a key to thier house and he said to her that he'll be waiting for her everyday at thier house&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hoping that he would remember like a fairy tale - *a running towards hug and mushy stuff*, that man didnt. Instead he said "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Ah yes, I remember something like this. I think it's a book from *i-forgot-what-was-the-author-name*&lt;/span&gt;". With all hopes gone, the wife dropped the key and ran out crying. &lt;/i&gt;(how typical of a dramatic scene -__-) &lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;The grief and pain was so great that it hit the man so hard he f&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;orgot who he was waiting or what was he supposed to wait for. He lost his purpose entirely.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-&lt;/i&gt;The end&lt;i&gt;-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im not much of a story teller but yeah that was how it went. Losing our purpose can be THAT shitty or so to say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have a friend who would have committed suicide cause he once wondered about his purpose in life. But now he's solely living on because of Jesus Christ. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Great testimony really. Praise God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEm0E7P0cbI/TGG0J0-RHcI/AAAAAAAAASc/VrWkHG4-vCY/s320/direction2.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503878300555091394" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lost your directions?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7600374733636513613-2260593202440701494?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/2260593202440701494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2010/08/once-upon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/2260593202440701494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/2260593202440701494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2010/08/once-upon.html' title='Once Upon'/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEm0E7P0cbI/TGG0J0-RHcI/AAAAAAAAASc/VrWkHG4-vCY/s72-c/direction2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-5551625092372855207</id><published>2010-08-07T23:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T00:05:06.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whamy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's my 3rd?4th? time .____. Cant say im excited or nervous. And this time Im doing it on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant say I hate his cunning methods but at the same time not to like too. Hmmm. And it's gonna be a double whamy -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;apprentice&lt;/span&gt;" let me down at the last minute. Sigh. So I gotta prepare for both. Why am I even complaining -__-?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope I wont screw up *fingers crossed* God bless me xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your cunningness god-like level" You hear me?! and you know who you are =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need kage bunshin no jutsu. So I can multi-task. Imagine how cool is that? I get to prepare for tmw activities while I can read my mangas and takei at the same time, while a few more to study for each subject and another sleeping to get extra rest. =3&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/7600374733636513613-5551625092372855207?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5551625092372855207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2010/08/whamy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/5551625092372855207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/5551625092372855207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2010/08/whamy.html' title='Whamy!'/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-13444256752470595</id><published>2010-07-30T04:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T04:47:19.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Better?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Find Me Here&lt;br /&gt;Speak To Me&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel you&lt;br /&gt;I need to hear you&lt;br /&gt;You are the light&lt;br /&gt;That's leading me&lt;br /&gt;To the place where I find peace again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the strength, that keeps me walking.&lt;br /&gt;You are the hope, that keeps me trusting.&lt;br /&gt;You are the light to my soul.&lt;br /&gt;You are my purpose...you're everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?&lt;br /&gt;Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You calm the storms, and you give me rest.&lt;br /&gt;You hold me in your hands, you won't let me fall.&lt;br /&gt;You steal my heart, and you take my breath away.&lt;br /&gt;Would you take me in? Take me deeper now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?&lt;br /&gt;Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?&lt;br /&gt;And how can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?&lt;br /&gt;Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're all I want, You're all I need&lt;br /&gt;You're everything,everything&lt;br /&gt;You're all I want your all I need&lt;br /&gt;You're everything, everything.&lt;br /&gt;You're all I want you're all I need.&lt;br /&gt;You're everything, everything&lt;br /&gt;You're all I want you're all I need, you're everything, everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?&lt;br /&gt;Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?&lt;br /&gt;How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?&lt;br /&gt;Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?&lt;br /&gt;Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lifehouse - Everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to buck up. Much much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ask God to change not others, but we ourselves instead"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wise words.&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/7600374733636513613-13444256752470595?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/13444256752470595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2010/07/whats-better.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/13444256752470595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/13444256752470595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2010/07/whats-better.html' title='What&apos;s Better?'/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-3950729846604641817</id><published>2010-07-23T05:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T08:48:59.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Combo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ah yes, last weekend was horrible. Had fever on saturday night. Now that body of mine let me down when I was just about to rush my assignment. For many many sems, I've done them with tired and frustrated mind and body but never before had a fever and horrible headache combo. So yeah I took off early and woke up at 6am to do my assignment. Fantastic! The agony -___- Got it done before youth where I felt the fever was gone. Assignment for fever therapy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo and behold, my hypothesis, abstracts and few other parts practically came rather late and u s e l e s s. Equivalent to not doing anything at all. 6 group members, 3 active and 3 MIA - 1 had 2 Hps and another had 3 Hps. The other not bothered. All cant be reached. I really do wonder if they give a shit about their dateline report? Had a late sunday night and came back in the wee hours to only know everything's a mess. So the 3 of fixed all the mess till afternoon  and TADAA! My fever is back. I hate it when you call and drop fb msg like "Thanx oooo ^^, i care de ah. So sorry oooo" Makes me pissed off at you. Not the fact you didnt do anything but the irritation and annoyance it makes . -Case closed- Done ranting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gazette's new single's are out. Best song of all the new released :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UPMqalaAgoo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UPMqalaAgoo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love it as always. Sadly they only have one new PV for thier singles. Brand new looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NfRN45ldQPw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NfRN45ldQPw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looking forward to more new PV's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and interesting enough, I heard of something too, there are so many things I just wished to say out and explain but that would have been very obvious wouldnt it? You play your "game" while I continue with my life for there would be a time I am sure I have to say it out soon enough. Well, till then.&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/7600374733636513613-3950729846604641817?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/3950729846604641817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2010/07/combo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/3950729846604641817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/3950729846604641817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2010/07/combo.html' title='Combo!'/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-2052553407318044696</id><published>2010-07-17T02:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T02:48:08.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Time flies eh? People change, places change. Flower blooms and tree shades leaves.&lt;br /&gt;This red sky however never seemed to change. How intersting. Same few stars still at thief faithful spot.&lt;br /&gt;Mistakes, wrongs, regrets, misused, upsets, heartbreaks. We all do it.&lt;br /&gt;Humans are not perfect right? An excuse? Bullshit. Jesus was.&lt;br /&gt;Thus we wish it coulda have been an excuse. Boy wouldn't it be have great then?&lt;br /&gt;Deep down sometimes I do wish so, sad to say. An excuse for my mistakes and wrongs.&lt;br /&gt;Would have been whole lot easier for me to get over them technically speaking.&lt;br /&gt;Guilt and regrets still holds them in my flesh tho as much as I want to get over them.&lt;br /&gt;Guess it took a little longer than I expected yeah?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah let's detour for awhile in the mean time you shall guide me back please?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7600374733636513613-2052553407318044696?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/2052553407318044696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2010/07/time-flies-eh-people-change-places.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/2052553407318044696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/2052553407318044696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2010/07/time-flies-eh-people-change-places.html' title=''/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-621812591962181164</id><published>2010-07-15T16:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T17:32:07.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woots!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;c&gt;World Cup has ended. No more late nights and struggling wake ups the classes later on. Yay.&lt;/c&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;c&gt;&lt;/c&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;c&gt;Spain won!! And here's Torres with the cup! :D&lt;/c&gt; Damn he tore his thigh muscle. Wont be able to play for the next few months till his recovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;c&gt;&lt;/c&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;c&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/c&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;c&gt; &lt;/c&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEm0E7P0cbI/TEAXeD35d2I/AAAAAAAAARk/dBOjkTsg9DA/s1600/38340_413711665758_728335758_5112522_8334300_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEm0E7P0cbI/TEAXeD35d2I/AAAAAAAAARk/dBOjkTsg9DA/s320/38340_413711665758_728335758_5112522_8334300_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494417350595278690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;c&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/c&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;c&gt;Inconjuction to pre-World Cup Celebrations I finally bought myself some new stuff. My long awaited new wallet. Finally my old wallet can go in peace after repeatedly patching that area time after time. So, I bought fossil, RM109. &gt;.&gt; Also a new flip flop from ripcurl, Rm49. -.-&lt;/c&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;c&gt;&lt;/c&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;c&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/c&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEm0E7P0cbI/TEAZVTGNL7I/AAAAAAAAAR0/NqJmhY6rWzY/s1600/IMG_0108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEm0E7P0cbI/TEAZVTGNL7I/AAAAAAAAAR0/NqJmhY6rWzY/s320/IMG_0108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494419399086256050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I passed by Apple Word in Parade O.O Saw this pouch for my phone and ended buying it as well. Bloody Rm 108 for it -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEm0E7P0cbI/TEAZVOvL2kI/AAAAAAAAARs/oSH0zcCvVOI/s1600/IMG_0107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEm0E7P0cbI/TEAZVOvL2kI/AAAAAAAAARs/oSH0zcCvVOI/s320/IMG_0107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494419397915957826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;c&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/c&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;c&gt;Also I got tempted into buying a new set of headphones cause the default they came together was horrible. Hurts your ears much when you wear it. So got a better one, with soft heads like Sony Ericsson type. Another Rm 39.90 -.- . I tested the other one which was wayyyyyy better and cooler but it's bloody RM129.90. Expensive shit. But hor that sound quality so much more feeeel. I'll be spending Rm400 instead of Rm300 then +_+&lt;/c&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;c&gt;&lt;/c&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;c&gt;Oh, there's this new lok lok stall that opened this semester just near ghany. Been visiting that lok lok truck &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;twice a week without fail &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(i gotta control or all my efforts will be in vain -.-)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and once 4 days in a row. Zzzzz Every night also ajak lok lok -.- This is the stall. Sad to say, It's currently best of all lok loks around ipoh and kampar. Reasonable amount of serving and you only pay 60cents for it. I'd say it's worth going instead of going to those that charge by colours. &lt;/c&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;c&gt;&lt;/c&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;c&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/c&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEm0E7P0cbI/TEAd3M-OF_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/YixIuSprCx4/s1600/IMG_0093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEm0E7P0cbI/TEAd3M-OF_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/YixIuSprCx4/s320/IMG_0093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494424379604211698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes, lastly after several sems I get to eat again the kampar's market famous chee cheong fun. They open surprisingly late like 9pm O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "liews" with fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEm0E7P0cbI/TEAd3xndxGI/AAAAAAAAASM/i6o_LVxnoU0/s1600/IMG_0105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEm0E7P0cbI/TEAd3xndxGI/AAAAAAAAASM/i6o_LVxnoU0/s320/IMG_0105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494424389440881762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thier glutinous rice, 2 thumbs up for it. Oh btw, thier char siew is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fresh&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tender with super lotsa juice&lt;/span&gt; :O. Tho I've yet to try that KL char siew which is said to melt in your mouth. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEm0E7P0cbI/TEAd3sxtWtI/AAAAAAAAASE/HT4dySBlakA/s1600/IMG_0104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEm0E7P0cbI/TEAd3sxtWtI/AAAAAAAAASE/HT4dySBlakA/s320/IMG_0104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494424388141669074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People started que-ing a rather long line after us and the first few waited for them to open. Poor uncle and auntie with just both of em, they have to work thier ass off . The line didnt stop growing even after we ate and left. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yit sek yit cheong&lt;/span&gt;". The drink stall next to it sells cheap "tong sui" also. RM 1 only for that bowl of "fan shu tong sui" . It's not watery and tasteless like most places. But solid quality. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEm0E7P0cbI/TEAd4ry-aqI/AAAAAAAAASU/lEZZri1e5mY/s1600/IMG_0106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEm0E7P0cbI/TEAd4ry-aqI/AAAAAAAAASU/lEZZri1e5mY/s320/IMG_0106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494424405058415266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs, busy weeks have started and more ahead. Ciaoz!&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/7600374733636513613-621812591962181164?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/621812591962181164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2010/07/woots.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/621812591962181164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/621812591962181164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2010/07/woots.html' title='Woots!'/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEm0E7P0cbI/TEAXeD35d2I/AAAAAAAAARk/dBOjkTsg9DA/s72-c/38340_413711665758_728335758_5112522_8334300_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-2051914654689680012</id><published>2010-07-05T22:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T23:53:06.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ex-Idol</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eo-NOWQEd9U&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eo-NOWQEd9U&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He used to be my Idol back then when I was really young. Adored and admired him like God. Ahahaha. So young so silly. Always wanted to learn the guitar because of him. Truely inspired this song below and the girl was pretty back then to me. Hahaha. Btw she's Taylor Cole. SO young and pretty back then. Now she's married and with a family. Time flies :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5cRaZzYOj6o&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5cRaZzYOj6o&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; However, when I started picking it up he didnt even pass through my head. I found a reason to play for and someone to adore and admire which makes it worth everything. Someone whom is my Father, Friend,and God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes. &lt;span class="reftext"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bible.cc/mark/4-39.htm"&gt;&lt;b&gt;39&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;He got up, rebuked the wind and said to the waves, &lt;span class="nivred"&gt;“Quiet! Be still!”&lt;/span&gt; Then the wind died down and it was completely calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant sleep for some odd reasons despite having a whole day of class. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"When you told me that you loved me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; were those just words?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7600374733636513613-2051914654689680012?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/2051914654689680012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2010/07/ex-idol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/2051914654689680012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/2051914654689680012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2010/07/ex-idol.html' title='Ex-Idol'/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-732448324698327069</id><published>2010-07-05T01:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T01:34:42.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mundei Booes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEm0E7P0cbI/TDDB64sSE8I/AAAAAAAAARc/o5boWgMj7WI/s1600/34913_136195143074948_117255521635577_289402_4421914_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 183px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEm0E7P0cbI/TDDB64sSE8I/AAAAAAAAARc/o5boWgMj7WI/s320/34913_136195143074948_117255521635577_289402_4421914_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490101163159327682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SO ABSOLUTELY CUTE!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;3 Sonia oh Sonia~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babe you frustrate me ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dejarwoo! Likeka chain reaktion. One breaks up and it goes around likeka virose. Ish this likeka bat sign or huat? Randoomness ish phun! Me England phailure ant know gud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mundei again. Benci -.- Soh manie things two du. Ant I hath my first ever tyre punkcher . Wasnt that heart two change afterall :D that jack gave meh some Heart tyme tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lothking fourwerd two wetnessdei four shum moohv's. .__.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7600374733636513613-732448324698327069?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/732448324698327069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2010/07/mundei-blooes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/732448324698327069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/732448324698327069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2010/07/mundei-blooes.html' title='Mundei Booes'/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEm0E7P0cbI/TDDB64sSE8I/AAAAAAAAARc/o5boWgMj7WI/s72-c/34913_136195143074948_117255521635577_289402_4421914_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-5277099080727038454</id><published>2010-07-01T05:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T06:11:41.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xiang Dao</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can almost see it&lt;br /&gt;That dream I am dreaming&lt;br /&gt;But there's a voice inside my head saying&lt;br /&gt;"You'll never reach it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every step I'm taking&lt;br /&gt;Every move I make feels&lt;br /&gt;Lost with no direction&lt;br /&gt;My faith is shaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I gotta keep trying&lt;br /&gt;Gotta keep my head held high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always gonna be another mountain&lt;br /&gt;I'm always gonna wanna make it move&lt;br /&gt;Always gonna be a uphill battle&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about how fast I get there&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about what's waiting on the other side&lt;br /&gt;It's the climb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The struggles I'm facing&lt;br /&gt;The chances I'm taking&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes might knock me down&lt;br /&gt;But no, I'm not breaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not know it&lt;br /&gt;But these are the moments that&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna remember most, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Just gotta keep going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I, I got to be strong&lt;br /&gt;Just keep pushing on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause there's always gonna be another mountain&lt;br /&gt;I'm always gonna wanna make it move&lt;br /&gt;Always gonna be a uphill battle&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about how fast I get there&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about what's waiting on the other side&lt;br /&gt;It's the climb, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always gonna be another mountain&lt;br /&gt;I'm always gonna wanna make it move&lt;br /&gt;Always gonna be an uphill battle&lt;br /&gt;Somebody's gonna have to lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about how fast I get there&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about what's waiting on the other side&lt;br /&gt;It's the climb, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep on moving, keep climbing&lt;br /&gt;Keep the faith, baby&lt;br /&gt;It's all about, it's all about the climb&lt;br /&gt;Keep the faith, keep your faith, whoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Climb - Miley Cyrus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this song is a little old but it's still a good song although Im no particular fan of hers. She's turning into a young fine lady and some would say getting slutish etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminded me of some of the stories in the bible. How faith works, and making sacrifices for this path chosen. Ultimately, the rewards are in heaven. The stack of "treasure" they talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Events happen be it good or bad, He has his reasons. Let not that shake the faith but instead strengthen us. In time, we look back, we thank him for what has happen for it has served it's purpose whatever it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Distress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7600374733636513613-5277099080727038454?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5277099080727038454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2010/07/xiang-dao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/5277099080727038454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/5277099080727038454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2010/07/xiang-dao.html' title='Xiang Dao'/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-6765495756247706776</id><published>2010-06-29T04:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T04:25:43.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>U n t i t l e d</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j4y-RzVGrHg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j4y-RzVGrHg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ah yes, this brings back some memories. Those times, happy and confused times. Crappy ghost stories telling. Heard this back then in the room which motivated me to learn this song. Sucha long time agoooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;m o t i v a t i o n&lt;/span&gt; ! For many things. Get better at my crappy guitar skills, studying, and sometimes when I serve God. It gets dry sometimes making you feel like throwing it aside and just say "Screw it". Glad whenever that happens, there's something always pushing me to not stop. Praise Him :)&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/7600374733636513613-6765495756247706776?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6765495756247706776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2010/06/u-n-t-i-t-l-e-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/6765495756247706776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/6765495756247706776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2010/06/u-n-t-i-t-l-e-d.html' title='U n t i t l e d'/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-3606246516946478372</id><published>2010-06-24T05:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T05:37:21.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smexy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEm0E7P0cbI/TCJ6u605ThI/AAAAAAAAARE/FLcVeS2268E/s1600/17057_1301888780280_1022272626_928556_6615904_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEm0E7P0cbI/TCJ6u605ThI/AAAAAAAAARE/FLcVeS2268E/s320/17057_1301888780280_1022272626_928556_6615904_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486082242574372370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This awesomely hot sexy is my bastard,  Uruha. I really do wonder if they use extension or not. Somehow it seems to me their hair grows really fast as in reallyyyyyyyyyy Fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEm0E7P0cbI/TCJ7Genq9bI/AAAAAAAAARM/NfxJC_W0SgY/s1600/17057_1303462739628_1022272626_933343_2643693_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 138px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEm0E7P0cbI/TCJ7Genq9bI/AAAAAAAAARM/NfxJC_W0SgY/s320/17057_1303462739628_1022272626_933343_2643693_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486082647319573938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEm0E7P0cbI/TCJ7Kw0HSCI/AAAAAAAAARU/REtk-WqMpBw/s1600/29863_1427936251388_1022272626_1242548_406933_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEm0E7P0cbI/TCJ7Kw0HSCI/AAAAAAAAARU/REtk-WqMpBw/s320/29863_1427936251388_1022272626_1242548_406933_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486082720923076642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Releases soon :D Cant wait. Just made a new friend the other day and just found out today that he's a SHE whom is a HUGE HUGE fan of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Gazettes&lt;/span&gt; as well. Gila babi full collection of their albums and pictys. Babe I didnt know you can have such huge craze over Ruki. -__- She even can get the raw pics. No fair -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayers are such miracles. The power of it, just total ownage. I cant put to words but to say Thank you Heavenly Father. It is always right to trust and have faith right in you.&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/7600374733636513613-3606246516946478372?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/3606246516946478372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2010/06/smexy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/3606246516946478372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/3606246516946478372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2010/06/smexy.html' title='Smexy!'/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEm0E7P0cbI/TCJ6u605ThI/AAAAAAAAARE/FLcVeS2268E/s72-c/17057_1301888780280_1022272626_928556_6615904_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600374733636513613.post-5170814858121702348</id><published>2010-06-22T19:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T19:14:43.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chizuru</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1KFvdYT7U9w&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1KFvdYT7U9w&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Formal suits! It's an old song but it as good still. I could turn gay for uruha =X He'd damn hot in this vid. -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad my timetable is finally settled -.- And ptptn too =/&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/7600374733636513613-5170814858121702348?l=callitmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5170814858121702348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2010/06/chizuru.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/5170814858121702348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7600374733636513613/posts/default/5170814858121702348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callitmemories.blogspot.com/2010/06/chizuru.html' title='Chizuru'/><author><name>Weng Kin Chua</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111632665139875120879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEQeElE9HXU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Sdm2XzeCEI8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
