<?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-27404810</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:32:10.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peach Sunset</title><subtitle type='html'>Peach Sunset~ A sky, peach in color, when the orange ball sinks into the horizon~ A Scene which would be Amazingly Beautiful,Thus Unforgettable~</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>yAnRu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730352050282767480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404810.post-7099867932148625543</id><published>2007-09-30T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T01:19:44.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go to.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.unveil-yan.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;www.unveil-yan.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/27404810-7099867932148625543?l=peachsunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/feeds/7099867932148625543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404810&amp;postID=7099867932148625543' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/7099867932148625543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/7099867932148625543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/2007/09/www.html' title='Go to.....'/><author><name>yAnRu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730352050282767480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404810.post-1244270709050592360</id><published>2007-08-19T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T01:16:21.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shower Test~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~SHOWER TEST~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9LDJ4UZLpw/Rsckt2XNIoI/AAAAAAAAAHs/xG4kXOi1z20/s1600-h/ATT00349.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100085473125933698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9LDJ4UZLpw/Rsckt2XNIoI/AAAAAAAAAHs/xG4kXOi1z20/s320/ATT00349.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you step into a shower, which partof the body do you wash first?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A. Chest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B. Face&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;C. Armpits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D. Hair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;E. Privates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;F. Shoulders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;G. Others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~ReSuLtS~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A. Chest:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You are a practical person. Straightforward and do not beat aroundthe bush. To you, convenience is of paramount importance. You hate tobe distracted when concentrating and are impatient with people whodo not see things your way. A good sex partner and willing to try newthings. Your best partner in life will be those who choose D (Hair).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B. Face:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Money is important to you and you will do anything to get it.Integrity and dignity is not important. You feel that friends arethere to be used and life is one big hassle. Other people find it hardto understand you, but you are not concerned as to what they think.Very self-centered person. Average sex partner as too selfish andtend to be absorbed in self pleasure at the expense of your partner.Your best partner in life will be those who choose E (Privates)and G (Others).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C. Armpits:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You are a dependable and hard working person. Generally verypopular person as you are very down to earth and willing to helpothers. Tend to get yourself into trouble as you cannot tell whetherpeople are genuine towards you. Make very poor sex partners as youare the working type with average talent. Your best partner in lifewill be those who choose F (Shoulders).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D. Hair:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Artistic type. Daydreaming is your hobby, but you can achieve whatmost other people cannot. Dedication is lacking, but you will worktirelessly towards goals which are to your liking. Money is notimportant. Friends are but only intellectuals and fellow artistictypes. Make the best sex partners as you are most willing to exploreand please ther other partner. Talent is your main strength. Your bestpartner in life will be those who chose A (Chest) and E (Privates).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;E. Privates:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Shy type. You lack self confidence and tend to be bullied by others.You do not have lots of friends as others find you boring andunattractive. Perserverance is not your strength and you tend to giveup easily and at the first opportunity. However, you make an aboveaverage sex partner. You are able to show your true emotions to veryfew people. Hence in sex, you find your inner strengths. Your bestsex partner in life will be those who choose B (Face) and D (Hair).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;F. Shoulders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A born loser. You fail in everything that you do. People dislike youand you tend to spend your time alone. Your type have been known tobe heavy gamblers and drinkers. You see the world as a livin hell.Money and power is also important to you. But your luck will alwaysfail you. You make a lousy sex partner. You will find it difficult tofind a partner in life. Those who choose C (Armpits) are youronly chance.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G. Others:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You are a very average person. Undoubtedly, you have your innerstrengths, but people find it hard to see. You must learn to be a littlebit more adventurous and see your potential. Deep down, you are verylikeable person with very few faults. However, the key will be tomake your strengts stand out and not just hide you weaknessess. Youare an average sex partner. You have great fantasies about differenttechniques, but unfortunately are not brave enough to try them out.Your best partner in life will be those who choose B (Face).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404810-1244270709050592360?l=peachsunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/feeds/1244270709050592360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404810&amp;postID=1244270709050592360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/1244270709050592360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/1244270709050592360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/2007/08/shower-test.html' title='Shower Test~'/><author><name>yAnRu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730352050282767480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9LDJ4UZLpw/Rsckt2XNIoI/AAAAAAAAAHs/xG4kXOi1z20/s72-c/ATT00349.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404810.post-2546771855393137377</id><published>2007-08-13T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T01:09:25.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo!</title><content type='html'>I'm so so so super lazy to update my blog..&lt;br /&gt;and i'm so sick of seeing the-plasters-all-over-myself pictures!! ~.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Here u go, another post which i kinda have no idea yet of what to say... Hmm.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*putting on my thinking cap*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*still thinking*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;OH MY GOD!!! i can't think of any! Looser Me! ~.~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404810-2546771855393137377?l=peachsunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/feeds/2546771855393137377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404810&amp;postID=2546771855393137377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/2546771855393137377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/2546771855393137377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/2007/08/boo.html' title='Boo!'/><author><name>yAnRu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730352050282767480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404810.post-4107797502780089967</id><published>2007-06-02T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T15:30:16.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bandaged Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I went to Port Dickson 3 weeks ago, got a few TINY sand fly bites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;didn’t bother to apply anything, the usual lazy me. I thought it would recover soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was SUPER ITCHY!! So I scratched and scratched and scratched non stop..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Why didn’t anybody tell me that sand fly bites spreads and get worst when you scratch it??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my hand is awfully awful!! Like.. The moon’s surface!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to put on long sleeve shirts to cover it up!&lt;br /&gt;Had been wearing long sleeves for 2 weeks..&lt;br /&gt;I’m so sick of it, I miss sleeveless clothes &gt;.&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and I’m running out of long sleeves.. Help..!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Additionally, my skin is super sensitive. The scars will stay with me.. FOREVER!!! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Lazy me didn't want to apply anything until my mommy forces me to. Thank god she did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I should have started applying once i got the bites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I had learnt my lesson.. Prevention is better than cure!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;(Even now, when my mom is not free to apply for me, i'll just ignore it and not apply anything. Why am i so so so lazy??? &gt;.&lt; ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071356920034816914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9LDJ4UZLpw/RmEUP-Pk85I/AAAAAAAAAHE/bBOG9U2oPjo/s320/DSCF0409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9LDJ4UZLpw/RmEUQePk86I/AAAAAAAAAHM/rcscqYpsbeA/s1600-h/DSCF0412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071356928624751522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9LDJ4UZLpw/RmEUQePk86I/AAAAAAAAAHM/rcscqYpsbeA/s320/DSCF0412.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9LDJ4UZLpw/RmEUQ-Pk87I/AAAAAAAAAHU/Wdi0FhsDTAo/s1600-h/DSCF0417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071356937214686130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9LDJ4UZLpw/RmEUQ-Pk87I/AAAAAAAAAHU/Wdi0FhsDTAo/s320/DSCF0417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071356954394555346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9LDJ4UZLpw/RmEUR-Pk89I/AAAAAAAAAHk/7Ccns3A4bQQ/s320/DSCF0420.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9LDJ4UZLpw/RmEURePk88I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_hpnkgumJ_s/s1600-h/DSCF0421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071356945804620738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9LDJ4UZLpw/RmEURePk88I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_hpnkgumJ_s/s320/DSCF0421.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*Moi with 16 plasters after applying medicine* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Holiday is over and College is starting on Monday :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404810-4107797502780089967?l=peachsunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/feeds/4107797502780089967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404810&amp;postID=4107797502780089967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/4107797502780089967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/4107797502780089967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/2007/06/bandaged-me.html' title='Bandaged Me'/><author><name>yAnRu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730352050282767480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9LDJ4UZLpw/RmEUP-Pk85I/AAAAAAAAAHE/bBOG9U2oPjo/s72-c/DSCF0409.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404810.post-5640095650559854141</id><published>2007-05-31T03:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T16:58:17.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Theft Allert!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;On a beautiful day, Yanru went shopping with her mother.&lt;br /&gt;They went into a clothing shop.&lt;br /&gt;A black T caught her eye and she went to try it on.&lt;br /&gt;She came out with the T on her, looking for her size.&lt;br /&gt;Some customer slipped into HER fitting room before the salesgirl could stop her.&lt;br /&gt;So, Yanru waited outside the fitting room to change back into her original clothes.&lt;br /&gt;The “particular woman” came out in about 5 minutes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;“you don’t have a mirror inside?” with a skirt on.&lt;br /&gt;“No, maam, the mirror is here” pointed the salesgirl to a mirror outside the fitting room.&lt;br /&gt;“Cutting is not bad. Suitable for office wear. But.. Hmmm.. The waist is a lil' too high (bla bla bla)” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;“Excuse me, can I get my belongings?” Yanru said to the “particular woman”&lt;br /&gt;“Huh?” taking a look into the fitting room&lt;br /&gt;“Awh!! There are stuffs in here!” handling Yanru her bag and her tube &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;“I didn’t see anything, I just saw some black stuff at a corner” then she went in the fitting room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yanru was STUNNED!! Where’s her black top???? How is she goining home with only her tube?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;“I’ll take a look at other shops, if there’re no better choices, I’ll come back and get this” putting the skirt on the counter and left with a guy and 2 kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;WHERE IS YANRU’S TOP????&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;*salesgirl searching around the shop again and again, Yanru’s mother insisted that the “particular woman” stole the shirt, discussion among the shopkeeper and Yanru’s mother, stunning moments for Yanru who is still putting on the black T with the price tag on*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an hour, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“I would like to buy that skirt, I couldn’t find any better ones, how much?” opening her bag and place it on the counter, paying for the skirt, grab it and off the “particular woman” goes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WHERE IS YANRU'S TOP??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful day just turned out to be a nasty day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Points for the “particular woman” to be a thief&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Her handbag is big enough for Yanru's top to fit in.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do you need 5 minutes just to put on the skirt?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The skirt is super ugly! Beige color skirt with bright red stripes! Ewweee!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The skirt is super cheap! Only for RM15! Of course a thief can afford that!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There was an hour that she could have left my top somewhere.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The “particular woman” opened up her bag and leaves it on the counter, as if purposely showing it to us that it’s empty.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Where else can the skirt go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I strongly agree that the “particular woman” is the thief!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;The most stupid thing is, even during the stunned moments, Yanru didn’t think that the skirt was stolen; instead she thought she misplaced it by herself or maybe there are some kind of curse!!! She only realised it when her mother started discussing it with the shopkeeper!Furthermore, when the “particular woman” came back to pay for it, yet again, Yanru thinks that the “particular woman” is innocent till her mother claims that she purposely open up to proof that it’s empty. Fundamentally, it is because the thief doesn’t look like one to her! She was bringing her children!!! Why Yanru's top? Why steal worn clothes…? And and and….. Never mind! Yanru is being so dumb and naïve!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One thing, it was a coincidence that Yanru removed her cell phone from her top’s pocket when she was changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worse thing is… the top was a birthday gift from Melody! It is a black dress actually. It is a really really appreciated gift...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070438587307455362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9LDJ4UZLpw/Rl3RB-Pk84I/AAAAAAAAAG8/04mxiB7FB4A/s320/P1120435.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*WanXin, MissYongMoiMoi, Yanru*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*ZooM iN* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070436182125769570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9LDJ4UZLpw/Rl3O1-Pk82I/AAAAAAAAAGs/DF535H4R9Yc/s320/2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*ZooM aGaiN*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070436182125769586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9LDJ4UZLpw/Rl3O1-Pk83I/AAAAAAAAAG0/rmabhUXaYVM/s320/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*SUPER ZOOM*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9LDJ4UZLpw/Rl3O1uPk81I/AAAAAAAAAGk/lhOEz0GYiT0/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070436177830802258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9LDJ4UZLpw/Rl3O1uPk81I/AAAAAAAAAGk/lhOEz0GYiT0/s320/1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *The Stolen Black Dress!!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Based on a true story*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;By, Yanru :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404810-5640095650559854141?l=peachsunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/feeds/5640095650559854141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404810&amp;postID=5640095650559854141' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/5640095650559854141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/5640095650559854141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/2007/05/theft-allert.html' title='Theft Allert!'/><author><name>yAnRu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730352050282767480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9LDJ4UZLpw/Rl3RB-Pk84I/AAAAAAAAAG8/04mxiB7FB4A/s72-c/P1120435.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404810.post-2782184242561872535</id><published>2007-05-23T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T00:22:03.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TeLL?or NoT tO TeLL?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess i'll &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Continue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But *warning* I'll take some time to update it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and it won't be as interesting as others&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TeLL?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not tO TeLL?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If you happen to see one of your close friend's ex dating with another person in some shopping mall,&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TeLL? or Not tO TeLL?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tell?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But you guys just broke up not long ago! You are still in serious crisis! Will you be hurt plus another hurt? Will you be able to cope it? Will you turn insane?? Awh NO...!!!! &gt;.&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not to TeLL?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But... you have to know this! And... You'll be really furuious if i never told you.. But......... &gt;.&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;ISH~!!!!!!!!! WHAT TO DO???????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Awh! Awh! I'm watching Pirates on this Friday (25/5)!!!! WooHoo~!!!! Yip Yip~!!! *GriN* :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404810-2782184242561872535?l=peachsunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/feeds/2782184242561872535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404810&amp;postID=2782184242561872535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/2782184242561872535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/2782184242561872535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/2007/05/tellor-not-to-tell.html' title='TeLL?or NoT tO TeLL?'/><author><name>yAnRu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730352050282767480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404810.post-8913222404674031222</id><published>2007-05-20T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T19:41:55.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Continue? Shut Down?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh My God.. Thank you people!!!! for the TaGs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I realise that there're really people who cares for me :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I FEEL SO BLESSED!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I'm currently in holiday!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had been considering about something...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I don't have the mood to continue keeping this blog alive anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Should I &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Continue?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Or &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shut this down? &gt;.&lt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404810-8913222404674031222?l=peachsunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/feeds/8913222404674031222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404810&amp;postID=8913222404674031222' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/8913222404674031222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/8913222404674031222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/2007/05/continue-shut-down.html' title='Continue? Shut Down?'/><author><name>yAnRu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730352050282767480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404810.post-1297632334469751630</id><published>2007-04-26T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T16:11:54.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a Good 2007</title><content type='html'>I dislike this year.. Many Many MANY non-good thing happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My JackJack passed away&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Mother HaMMie, Fei Po passed away&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My grandfather got admited&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got really really sick for 2 weeks, some viral fever (suspected to be dengi)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My aunt couldn't walk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Relationship problems&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got involved in a an accident, car got badly damaged (i'm a VICTIM!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got to pack up the ENTIRE house while exams are on&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some family conflict is going around&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Many of my friends are having problems&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;...... and more&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND IT'S NOT EVEN HALF THE YEAR YET!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't like this at all =(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404810-1297632334469751630?l=peachsunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/feeds/1297632334469751630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404810&amp;postID=1297632334469751630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/1297632334469751630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/1297632334469751630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/2007/04/not-good-2007.html' title='Not a Good 2007'/><author><name>yAnRu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730352050282767480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404810.post-8596374951674552052</id><published>2007-02-24T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T22:45:52.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chores~!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Runaway Maid!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have to do Chores now =( n this stupid maid.... thief! liar! stole our money!!! hmph hmph!!!! anyway, nothing much to say bout her... just wanna say... it's Chores Month.... ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What kind of Chinese New Year Luck is this???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404810-8596374951674552052?l=peachsunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/feeds/8596374951674552052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404810&amp;postID=8596374951674552052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/8596374951674552052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/8596374951674552052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/2007/02/chores.html' title='Chores~!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>yAnRu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730352050282767480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404810.post-4932301845169534361</id><published>2007-02-24T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T22:30:49.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Return of Ulcers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Lady of Ulcers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; had returned.... During &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chinese New Year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is so bad.. i'm saying &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Gong Hi Ha Koi"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; which is originally &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Gong Hei Fat Choi"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. I can barely &lt;em&gt;speak&lt;/em&gt;!!!! so furious *sparks on my head* The most unhappy thing is, i can't eat all the good, delicious, crispy, T-A-S-T-Y (did u realise the song "fergelicious" spell tasty as T-A-S-T-E-Y?) CNY food! =( Haven't been eating for 3 days... till... Today!!! I'm recovering!! and I'm so so SO happy bout it =) I will be able to &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FEAST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Get Well Soon *Pray*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404810-4932301845169534361?l=peachsunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/feeds/4932301845169534361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404810&amp;postID=4932301845169534361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/4932301845169534361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/4932301845169534361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/2007/02/return-of-ulcers.html' title='The Return of Ulcers'/><author><name>yAnRu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730352050282767480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404810.post-643053233138845147</id><published>2007-01-31T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T01:49:46.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JackJack, I Miss You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ELTON JOHN LYRICS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"This Song Has No Title"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tune me in to the wild side of life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm an innocent young child sharp as a knife&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take me to the garretts where the artists have died&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Show me the courtrooms where the judges have lied&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let me drink deeply from the water and the wine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Light coloured candles in dark dreary mines&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look in the mirror and stare at myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And wonder if that's really me on the shelf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;And each day I learn just a little bit more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know why but I do know what for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If we're all going somewhere let's get there soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh this song's got no title just words and a tune&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Take me down alleys where the murders are done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In a vast high powered rocket to the core of the sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Want to read books in the studies of men&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Born on the breeze and die on the wind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I was an artist who paints with his eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'd study my subject and silently cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cry for my darkness to come down on me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For confusion to carry on turning the wheel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;JackJack, i miss you so badly......&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9LDJ4UZLpw/Rb99uoheHeI/AAAAAAAAAFY/3dDy_TECUZ8/s1600-h/Picture+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025873949274021346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9LDJ4UZLpw/Rb99uoheHeI/AAAAAAAAAFY/3dDy_TECUZ8/s320/Picture+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025872712323440002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9LDJ4UZLpw/Rb98moheHYI/AAAAAAAAAEo/RcbRoL6fySw/s320/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*My Lovely JackJack when he was little*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025873953568988658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9LDJ4UZLpw/Rb99u4heHfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/YIxiMwahwCo/s320/Picture+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9LDJ4UZLpw/Rb99vIheHgI/AAAAAAAAAFo/15MV9gNIOLU/s1600-h/Picture+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025873957863955970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9LDJ4UZLpw/Rb99vIheHgI/AAAAAAAAAFo/15MV9gNIOLU/s320/Picture+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025874374475783698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9LDJ4UZLpw/Rb9-HYheHhI/AAAAAAAAAFw/xqGPL-wcJMc/s320/Picture+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9LDJ4UZLpw/Rb98n4heHZI/AAAAAAAAAEw/y8Zg3doaSds/s1600-h/Picture+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025872733798276498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9LDJ4UZLpw/Rb98n4heHZI/AAAAAAAAAEw/y8Zg3doaSds/s320/Picture+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9LDJ4UZLpw/Rb98tIheHcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/4CbsaCWVLJI/s1600-h/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025872823992589762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9LDJ4UZLpw/Rb98tIheHcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/4CbsaCWVLJI/s320/Picture+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025872815402655154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9LDJ4UZLpw/Rb98soheHbI/AAAAAAAAAFA/5jQcE5Qq4DY/s320/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;*BuBu &amp; JackJack (2 years ago)*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025872738093243810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9LDJ4UZLpw/Rb98oIheHaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/qkIUMP-4fqg/s320/Picture+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;*JackJack (behind) when he's a grown up...*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp; this is the only grown up pic of JackJack I got... Regret~ =(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025873944979054034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9LDJ4UZLpw/Rb99uYheHdI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/fcSWDLMVv1A/s320/Picture+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;*R.I.P, My dear Jack*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*You will always be in my mind ='( &lt;strong&gt;Foreva&lt;/strong&gt;~*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404810-643053233138845147?l=peachsunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/feeds/643053233138845147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404810&amp;postID=643053233138845147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/643053233138845147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/643053233138845147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/2007/01/jackjack-i-miss-you.html' title='JackJack, I Miss You!'/><author><name>yAnRu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730352050282767480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9LDJ4UZLpw/Rb99uoheHeI/AAAAAAAAAFY/3dDy_TECUZ8/s72-c/Picture+028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404810.post-5726992015043741129</id><published>2007-01-14T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T23:40:11.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shifting in Progress</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1999&lt;/strong&gt;, my dad paid some architect to draw us a plan for our house, he wanted to renovate the house. It was nicely drawn; &amp; the plan was kept..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2006&lt;/strong&gt;, my dad bought a condo under my brother’s name, which is a few blocks away.. (I wan one too!!!! &gt;.&lt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2007&lt;/strong&gt;, we’re shifting to my brother’s new place, renovate this house &amp;amp; shift back later on.. It’s &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to move from a&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;small&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; place, to a &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;big&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; one.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;But it’s &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;not easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to move from a&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;big&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; place, to a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;small &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;place!!!&lt;br /&gt;Especially, a &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;BUNGALOW&lt;/span&gt; to a &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;CONDOMINIUM&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS SO MUCH &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;WORK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to work… above all, packing stuff..&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know how to deal with them!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some stuff are&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; nice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, but I couldn’t use or wear it anymore.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;what to do???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Some stuff are &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ugly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, but I still can use or wear it, which I dun think I would.. &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;what to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh* we had been packing &amp; packing for almost&lt;strong&gt; 2 weeks&lt;/strong&gt;!!!! I could say.. we only packed up &lt;strong&gt;ONE ROOM&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;When will this end???? HeLp.............&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Daddy said to finish packing end of this month... but but but..... with this slow progress.... &amp; there's so many stuffffffffffffsssss........... *headache* Oh No~ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&amp; the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"MEN"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; are not helping!!!! ERGH~!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;*breath in, breath out* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i can handle this.... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;YES, I CAN!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Who's the man???? =p =p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404810-5726992015043741129?l=peachsunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/feeds/5726992015043741129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404810&amp;postID=5726992015043741129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/5726992015043741129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/5726992015043741129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/2007/01/shifting-in-progress.html' title='Shifting in Progress'/><author><name>yAnRu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730352050282767480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404810.post-8036212200819647827</id><published>2007-01-07T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T23:01:01.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graphics..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;When Graphic Artists Get Bored.... &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9LDJ4UZLpw/RZ_pSNIBx8I/AAAAAAAAADQ/0ibQ10tJ71E/s1600-h/10.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016984063991465858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9LDJ4UZLpw/RZ_obNIBx4I/AAAAAAAAACw/1LjlAOAKIBw/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;*i find this really &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;CUTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016982994544609058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9LDJ4UZLpw/RZ_nc9IBxyI/AAAAAAAAACA/YxGmwA-2UFQ/s320/1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*Oohhh... paint my nails for me too&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;* =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9LDJ4UZLpw/RZ_pSdIBx9I/AAAAAAAAADY/cZuVKaIg1hU/s1600-h/3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016985013179238354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9LDJ4UZLpw/RZ_pSdIBx9I/AAAAAAAAADY/cZuVKaIg1hU/s320/3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *Watch Out~!!!!*(how &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;LAME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9LDJ4UZLpw/RZ_pSdIBx-I/AAAAAAAAADg/DEfKUFHZH0U/s1600-h/2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016985013179238370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9LDJ4UZLpw/RZ_pSdIBx-I/AAAAAAAAADg/DEfKUFHZH0U/s320/2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*This is so &lt;strong&gt;DISGUSTING&lt;/strong&gt;~!!!*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016983003134543682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9LDJ4UZLpw/RZ_nddIBx0I/AAAAAAAAACQ/mAber2LlIpo/s320/4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*This is so so &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;COOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;~*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016983003134543698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9LDJ4UZLpw/RZ_nddIBx1I/AAAAAAAAACY/GSS5yUtOuto/s320/5.bmp" border="0" /&gt; *a penguin that plays ice hockey huh?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016983007429511010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9LDJ4UZLpw/RZ_ndtIBx2I/AAAAAAAAACg/XKA_ZLZ6Y6o/s320/6.bmp" border="0" /&gt;*i would like to own this cow, maybe i could score better for geography*&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9LDJ4UZLpw/RZ_obdIBx6I/AAAAAAAAADA/KJ402qviQeg/s1600-h/7.bmp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016984068286433186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9LDJ4UZLpw/RZ_obdIBx6I/AAAAAAAAADA/KJ402qviQeg/s320/7.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; *Kkkyyyyoooootte*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016992769890174962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9LDJ4UZLpw/RZ_wV9IBx_I/AAAAAAAAAEc/PDHOZEmxPCM/s320/8.bmp" border="0" /&gt;*&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DoGGie Flower&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... Sweet~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9LDJ4UZLpw/RZ_obdIBx7I/AAAAAAAAADI/FmjuPq22EpU/s1600-h/9.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016984068286433202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9LDJ4UZLpw/RZ_obdIBx7I/AAAAAAAAADI/FmjuPq22EpU/s320/9.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Awwww.... &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;*sob*&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016984063991465842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9LDJ4UZLpw/RZ_obNIBx3I/AAAAAAAAACo/E0C1X3LqhJE/s320/11.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;OranGe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; FroGGie*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016985008884271042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9LDJ4UZLpw/RZ_pSNIBx8I/AAAAAAAAADQ/0ibQ10tJ71E/s320/10.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Strawberry!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; But.... i wouldn't want to eat that.....*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;These are what grapic artists do when they get bored.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;THIS&lt;/em&gt; is what people like &lt;em&gt;Moi&lt;/em&gt; post when they have nothing else to post.... Hmmmm... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404810-8036212200819647827?l=peachsunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/feeds/8036212200819647827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404810&amp;postID=8036212200819647827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/8036212200819647827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/8036212200819647827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/2007/01/graphics.html' title='Graphics..'/><author><name>yAnRu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730352050282767480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9LDJ4UZLpw/RZ_obNIBx4I/AAAAAAAAACw/1LjlAOAKIBw/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404810.post-1154462071642350934</id><published>2007-01-06T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T22:55:15.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Veronicas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~A sudden obsession of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Veronicas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016609937980245778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9LDJ4UZLpw/RZ6UKNIBxxI/AAAAAAAAAB0/KHcSNUzwfMY/s320/veronicas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016608134093981394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9LDJ4UZLpw/RZ6ShNIBxtI/AAAAAAAAABA/QOwNYx7gsh0/s320/6ecf4746.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016608129799014066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9LDJ4UZLpw/RZ6Sg9IBxrI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fSUzyPNKvKc/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016599711663113890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9LDJ4UZLpw/RZ6K29IBxqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/fpVh17Akirk/s320/Veronicas_060331011825996_wideweb__300x400.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The Veronicas are an Australian pop rock award winning singer and songwriter duo composed of identical twin sisters &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lisa Marie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jessica Louise Origliasso&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(born 25 December 1984 in Brisbane)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;@lbum: "The Secret Life Of" (2005)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;4ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Everything I'm Not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;When It All Falls Apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Revolution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mouth Shut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Leave Me Alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Speechless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Heavily Broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I Could Get Used To This&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Nobody Wins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mother Mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Other Songs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Did Ya Think [from "4ever" single]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;How Long [from "4ever" single] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Veronicas, YOU ROCK!!!!! *grin* =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016608134093981410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9LDJ4UZLpw/RZ6ShNIBxuI/AAAAAAAAABI/p2EO0HCqwE8/s320/the-veronicas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404810-1154462071642350934?l=peachsunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/feeds/1154462071642350934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404810&amp;postID=1154462071642350934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/1154462071642350934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/1154462071642350934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/2007/01/veronicas.html' title='The Veronicas'/><author><name>yAnRu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730352050282767480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9LDJ4UZLpw/RZ6UKNIBxxI/AAAAAAAAAB0/KHcSNUzwfMY/s72-c/veronicas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404810.post-4691595807002567552</id><published>2007-01-06T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T01:39:20.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-2007-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;2007 (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;MMVII&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;) is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;common year starting on Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Gregorian calendar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;. It is the 2,007th year of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Anno Domini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; (AD) era, the 7th year in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;21st century&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;, and the 7th year in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;3rd millennium&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;. It is also the current year. It has been designated:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;International Polar Year &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;International Heliophysical Year &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Most of 2007 overlaps with the Year of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Pig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Chinese calendar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; (dates until February 17 are in the Year of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;). The next year of the pig will start in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;2019&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;. 2007 is the year of the sign &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Pisces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Western Astrology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;. The next year of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Pisces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; will take place in 2019&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy New Year Guyzz~!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;* * *&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My computer was down for the whole two weeks of holiday... sigh~*** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;but, luckily.. my holiday was not too bad... went &lt;em&gt;shopping, shopping &amp; shopping..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Result of my Shopping Spree:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;3 tops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;1 jacket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;2 pants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;1 heel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;1 sport shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Most importantly... i went out with the lovely people i really really missed badly.... In short, they are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;the Girl Guide gang &amp;amp; 5s8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hmmm... But i don't get to meet some other people whom i miss too....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;To&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; My BeLoveD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; High School FrenZz, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I MISS U GUYz SO SO MUCH~!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404810-4691595807002567552?l=peachsunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/feeds/4691595807002567552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404810&amp;postID=4691595807002567552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/4691595807002567552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/4691595807002567552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/2007/01/2007.html' title='2007'/><author><name>yAnRu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730352050282767480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404810.post-9072716636965235736</id><published>2006-12-07T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T18:41:51.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>REDdy Day</title><content type='html'>two days ago, it was TPM sports carnival... it was a super SUPER tiring day... played volleyball under the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;big, round, red, incensed, lethal SUN!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i have a really bad sunburn.... with my &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;fully-cooked-lobster-like-face&lt;/span&gt; and my &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;kena-some-weird-disease-like-hand&lt;/span&gt;.... everything is so red... (maybe pink is better description =p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&amp; also played this water war thingy.... something like a paint ball game.. but instead of paint ball guns, we used water guns with red paint inside &gt;.&lt; we wore some rain coat as protection...&lt;br /&gt;But, we ended up getting ourselves soaked and colored with red paint by chasing &amp; playing around with the paint after the closing ceremony... &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;i admit it... it was really fun =) &amp; a really &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;dy day =p &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Alert: Finals is next week!!!!!!!! &gt;.&lt; &amp;amp; i have a mid term test tomorrow.. how S-T-U-P-I-D!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404810-9072716636965235736?l=peachsunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/feeds/9072716636965235736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404810&amp;postID=9072716636965235736' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/9072716636965235736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/9072716636965235736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/2006/12/reddy-day.html' title='REDdy Day'/><author><name>yAnRu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730352050282767480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404810.post-2760314000535066796</id><published>2006-12-07T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T18:21:13.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reversal Pin Number (Continue)</title><content type='html'>It's not true bout the Reversal Pin number thingy.. (got this mail)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BUSINESS NEWS ATM scam: Don't reverse your PIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Tue, 28 Nov 2006&lt;br /&gt;Absa has quashed claims by a circulating email indicating that ATM users can type their pin numbers in reverse to alert police of suspicious people waiting to rob them of their cash.&lt;br /&gt;Absa spokesperson Errol Smith said the circulating email was incorrect and disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;"We have become aware that there's a circulating email claiming that if ATM users type in their pin in reverse the police would come and assist them at a specific ATM," he said in a statement on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;"We want to warn our customers that this ATM pin reversal functionality does not exist at Absa ATMs. By entering your pin number in reverse you will not notify the police in anyway, nor will cash be dispensed from ATMs."&lt;br /&gt;Help 'on its way'&lt;br /&gt;According to the email, when ATM users suspect any unbecoming behaviour, they can simply use their PINs in reverse and still get their cash knowing that help is on its way.&lt;br /&gt;But Smith warns that doing so could result in the ATM refusing the transaction or a restrictive hold being placed on the account holder's card.&lt;br /&gt;"If a pin number is entered in reverse, the ATM will decline the transaction and display the error message: invalid pin entered."&lt;br /&gt;He also refuted claims by the email that this pin information was broadcast on TV.&lt;br /&gt;"Absa has no knowledge of such a broadcast which informed people that the PIN function was seldom used because people did not know it existed."&lt;br /&gt;The bank was investigating the origins of the email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sapa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gerry Balisi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cards Portfolio Management&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cards ApplicationsInformation Systems Division&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Menara Maybank &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tel No : 603-20708833 ext. 3077&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;"Imagination is more important than Knowledge. Knowledge is limited... Imagination encircles the world"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404810-2760314000535066796?l=peachsunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/feeds/2760314000535066796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404810&amp;postID=2760314000535066796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/2760314000535066796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/2760314000535066796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/2006/12/reversal-pin-number-continue.html' title='Reversal Pin Number (Continue)'/><author><name>yAnRu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730352050282767480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404810.post-7689032890706659701</id><published>2006-12-01T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T18:22:05.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reversal Pin Number</title><content type='html'>PIN NUMBER REVERSAL (GOOD TO KNOW)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;If you should ever be forced by a robber to withdraw money from an ATM machine, you can notify the police by entering your Pin # in reverse. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;For example if your pin number is 1234 then you would put in 4321. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;The ATM recognizes that your pin number is backwards from the ATM card you placed in the machine.The machine will still give you the money you requested, but unknown to The robber, the police will be immediately dispatched to help you. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;This information was recently broadcasted on TV and it states that it isseldom used because people don't know it exists. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;**got this e-mail... but... can this be true? can this be trusted? hmm....**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404810-7689032890706659701?l=peachsunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/feeds/7689032890706659701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404810&amp;postID=7689032890706659701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/7689032890706659701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/7689032890706659701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/2006/12/pin-number-reversal.html' title='Reversal Pin Number'/><author><name>yAnRu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730352050282767480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404810.post-6739182230741909360</id><published>2006-11-30T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T01:46:59.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals Being Pushed Forward</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DARN!!!! Finals has been pushed forward!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;~15thDec-17thDec~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Which is a Friday, Saturday and Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why???&lt;/strong&gt; Why??? &lt;strong&gt;Why????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mid Term Exam is not even done yet... then, another 2 weeks, Finals... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;@!#@#^$&amp;amp;*%^%#!$^#!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;**~TPMacademy Sports Carnival is on 5thDec, coming tuesday, YanRu is gonna participate in VolleyBall... Winning is not that important... Juz pray that the ball won't hit me on the face, that's all &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;*Bless Me*&lt;/span&gt; =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;This song is dedicated to.... *you know who you are*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;"UNFAITHFUL"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Rihanna&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Story of my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Searching for the right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it keeps avoiding me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorrow in my soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause it seems that wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Really loves my company &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;He's more than a man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And this is more than love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The reason that the sky is blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The clouds are rolling in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because I'm gone again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And to him I just can't be true &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;And I know that he knows I'm unfaithful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it kills him inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To know that I am happy with some other guy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can see him dying &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I don't wanna do this anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't wanna be the reason why&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everytime I walk out the door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I see him die a little more inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't wanna hurt him anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't wanna take away his life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't wanna be...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A murderer &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I feel it in the air&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As I'm doing my hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Preparing for another date&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A kiss upon my cheek&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As he reluctantly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Asks if I'm gonna be out late&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I say I won't be long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just hanging with the girls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A lie I didn't have to tell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because we both know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where I'm about to go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And we know it very well &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Cause I know that he knows I'm unfaithful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it kills him inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To know that I am happy with some other guy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can see him dying &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I don't wanna do this anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't wanna be the reason why&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everytime I walk out the door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I see him die a little more inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't wanna hurt him anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't wanna take away his life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't wanna be...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A murderer &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Our love, his trust&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I might as well take a gun and put it to his head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Get it over with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't wanna do this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anymore (anymore) &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I don't wanna do this anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't wanna be the reason why&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And everytime I walk out the door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I see him die a little more inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I don't wanna hurt him anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't wanna take away his life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't wanna be...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A murderer (a murderer)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;No no no no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Yeah yeah yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404810-6739182230741909360?l=peachsunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/feeds/6739182230741909360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404810&amp;postID=6739182230741909360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/6739182230741909360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/6739182230741909360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/2006/11/finals-being-pushed-forward.html' title='Finals Being Pushed Forward'/><author><name>yAnRu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730352050282767480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404810.post-1291899267750349737</id><published>2006-11-21T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T22:41:21.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOS Codes</title><content type='html'>There was a day when I was really really bored. I took up my phone &amp; simply pressed on the keypad madly while it's keypad was still locked. Then, I saw numbers appearing. i thought that the keypad was spoilt or maybe something weird was happening. I was so exited (weird me) I tried &amp;amp; tried for more numbers to appear &amp; ended up realising that there're only a few numbers that I could type without unlocking the keypad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"hey, hey, did u know that u can type '112', '911' &amp;amp; '08' out without unlocking your cellphone's keypad??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;i was really exited &amp; expected tan wei liang to say&lt;br /&gt;"is it????" in a very surprised way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;instead, tan wei kuang, tan wei liang's younger brother said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"of course, they are emergency numbers."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and he showed me a list of emergency numbers from his cellphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"is it??? I didn't know that..."&lt;/span&gt; I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;tan wei liang was all the way speechless...&lt;br /&gt;*oh my god... i feel like such a NOOB!!! &gt;.&lt;* &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now &amp;amp; finally, i know that there are actually 3 SOS numbers:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;911&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;08&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;112 &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Surprisingly, i could learn all these through boredmn.. Come to think of it, it's not too late right?? =p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404810-1291899267750349737?l=peachsunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/feeds/1291899267750349737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404810&amp;postID=1291899267750349737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/1291899267750349737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/1291899267750349737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/2006/11/sos-codes.html' title='SOS Codes'/><author><name>yAnRu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730352050282767480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404810.post-1456736861763775819</id><published>2006-11-21T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T22:39:28.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wife's Diary vs Husband's Diary</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Wife's Diary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Sunday night - I thought he was acting weird. We had made plans to meet at a cafe to have some coffee. I was shopping with my friends all day long, so I thought he was upset at the fact that I was a bit late, but he made no comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Conversation wasn't flowing so I suggested that we go somewhere quiet so we could talk, he agreed but he kept quiet and absent. I asked him what was wrong - he said, "Nothing." I asked him if it was my fault that he was upset. He said it had nothing to do with me and not to worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;On the way home I told him that I loved him, he simply smiled and kept driving. I can't explain his behavior; I don't know why he didn't say, "I love u, too." When we got home I felt as if I had lost him, as if he wanted nothing to do with me anymore. He just sat there and watched TV; he seemed distant and absent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Finally I decided to go to bed. About 10 minutes later he came to bed. I decided that I could not take it anymore, so I decided to confront him with the situation but he had fallen asleep. I started crying and cried until I too fell asleep. I don't know what to do. I'm almost sure that his thoughts are with someone else. My life is a disaster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Husband's Diary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Today Manchester United lost the match. DAMN IT..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;let me guess, your expression after reading this is...*drum roll*... =.=''' *sweat* am i right? =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404810-1456736861763775819?l=peachsunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/feeds/1456736861763775819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404810&amp;postID=1456736861763775819' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/1456736861763775819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/1456736861763775819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/2006/11/husband-wifes-diary.html' title='Wife&apos;s Diary vs Husband&apos;s Diary'/><author><name>yAnRu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730352050282767480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404810.post-4218062065058228683</id><published>2006-11-11T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:31:44.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Personality Tests</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;hey guys.... i did some test from this website i got from jac's blog -&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com"&gt;www.quizbox.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;did a few of them... and i got kinda addicted to it.. n did most of them... LoLx~ go ahead and try them out... (i realise that this website is more for girls.. coz the questions &amp; answers involves "your boyfriend" instead of "your girlfriend"... hmm.... i think that there's no harm for guys to try though.. go try!!!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;here are SOME of my results... gotta hide some... *smirk* hmmm... some are happy results but some make me kinda sad... or maybe... guilty?? are they really true??? can u tell???? tell... tell.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Get to know yourself better &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like serious, smart and determined people. You don't judge a book by its cover, so good-looking people aren't necessarily your style. This makes you an attractive person in many people's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You prefer to get to know a person very well before deciding whether you will commit to the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You are very serious about relationships and aren't interested in wasting time with people you don't really like. If you meet the right person, you will fall deeply and beautifully in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Your views on education:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;How do you view success:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You are concerned about your image and the way others see you. This means that you try very hard to be accepted by other people. It's time for you to believe in who you are, not what you wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like privacy very much because you enjoy spending time with your own thoughts. You like to disappear when you cannot find solutions to your own problems, but you would feel better if you learned to share your thoughts with a person you trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx"&gt;http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What type of personality do you have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bright and Cheerful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You are always cheerful and charming. You never get too serious with people when they're around, but when you are alone, you think carefully about what they have said. That's because you don't want anyone to see you being too somber. Your personality means you have a lot of friends and you are often the center of attention. Many people who fall into this category become artists and movie stars, perhaps fame could be yours in the future as well. &lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test79.aspx"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test79.aspx"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test79.aspx"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test79.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Real You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;You are a very serious person. You tend to be quiet and well behaved, and you don't have a great deal of self-confidence. You prefer to be alone rather than with friends and that could make you a little less interesting to certain types of guys. You are very attractive in an individual kind of way, and this means it can take people a little while to get to like you. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;You don't really care about other people's feelings. You do things the way you want and usually think only about yourself. You are easy-going and love to have fun, but you can be irresponsible as well. You are not keen on serious discussions because they can make you remember that life isn't always about parties. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;You strictly follow rules, and you expect other people to be the same as well. People can get tired of you easily, as you can make them feel a little guilty about themselves. You always make decisions on your own, and can be dismissive of other people's advice. You like to be the leader in groups, but can forget to be concerned about the people you are with. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Your peers think of you as a fun person, but sometimes you can be a little irresponsible. You can be somewhat childish, and can try to ignore the fact that you will one day need to really grow up and be a mature adult! Perhaps you could start reading good books; they might help you look at the world in a different light. You do want to be taken seriously, right? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Your boyfriend believes that you are a strong and independent person. Your confidence and cheerfulness make you an attractive person to be around, but sometimes you need to pay more attention to what other people, including your boyfriend, are thinking. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test81.aspx"&gt;http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test81.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What does being a friend really mean to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You value your friendships: 70%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You love your friends very much - so much so that it's actually quite a worry. You may not be able to cope very well when you do lose somebody's friendship. You are a very sensitive and fragile person, and are therefore likely to get upset easily. You care for your friends and are willing to do anything that they ask you to do. Sometimes this can make your friends think that you are a bit of a nuisance. Nevertheless, people do really love you because your highest priority is your friends. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test78.aspx"&gt;http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test78.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Are You Nosy?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nosy Level: 20%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You are a well-mannered person who does not wish to invade other people's private lives. You are able to decide what topics are appropriate to talk about with people and what's not. You are confident in your ability to not offend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test75.aspx"&gt;http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test75.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jealousy Test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jealousy Level: 50%&lt;br /&gt;You harbor hidden feelings of jealousyYou easily get jealous of other people, but you manage to control your expressions and emotions. For instance, when a close friend tells you that she has met the man of her dreams, you might sincerely say to her "Congratulations!", but what you're really thinking is "You're so lucky! Why can't I be you?" &lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test73.aspx"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test73.aspx"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test73.aspx"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test73.aspx&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Your Hidden Talent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Artist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You love freedom and want to follow your heart's desires. You might not be at your best when dealing with other people. Once you are given the opportunity to work your chosen way, your gift will shine. A tip for you is not to concentrate too much on your own work, but widen your focus and consider the opinions of other people. &lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test65.aspx"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test65.aspx"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test65.aspx"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test65.aspx&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i guess this is way more than enough... toodles!!! *wink*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404810-4218062065058228683?l=peachsunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/feeds/4218062065058228683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404810&amp;postID=4218062065058228683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/4218062065058228683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/4218062065058228683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/2006/11/some-personality-tests.html' title='Some Personality Tests'/><author><name>yAnRu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730352050282767480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404810.post-116239245750985258</id><published>2006-11-01T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:29:15.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F A M I L Y&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I ran into a stranger as he passed by, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Oh excuse me please" was my reply. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He said, "Please excuse me too; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wasn't watching for you." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were very polite, this stranger and I. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went on our way and we said goodbye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But at home a different story is told, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How we treat our loved ones, young and old. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Later that day, cooking the evening meal, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My son stood beside me very still. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I turned, I nearly knocked him down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Move out of the way," I said with a frown. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He walked away, his little heart broken. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't realize how harshly I'd spoken. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While I lay awake in bed, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God's still small voice came to me and said, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"While dealing with a stranger, common courtesy you use, but the family you love, you seem to abuse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Go and look on the kitchen floor, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You'll find some flowers there by the door. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Those are the flowers he brought for you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He picked them himself: pink, yellow and blue. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He stood very quietly not to spoil the surprise, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you never saw the tears that filled his little eyes." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By this time, I felt very small, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now my tears began to fall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I quietly went and knelt by his bed; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Wake up, little one, wake up," I said. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Are these the flowers you picked for me?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He smiled, "I found 'em, out by the tree. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I picked 'em because they're pretty like you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I knew you'd like 'em, especially the blue ." &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I said, "Son, I'm very sorry for the way I acted today; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I shouldn't have yelled at you that way." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He said, "Oh, Mom, that's okay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you anyway." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I said, "Son, I love you too, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I do like the flowers, especially the blue." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAMILY &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Are you aware that if we died tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of days. But the family we left behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives. And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more into work than into our own family, an unwise investment indeed, don't you think? So what is behind the story?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Do you know what the word&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; FAMILY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; means? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAMILY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;( F)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ATHER&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;( A)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ND&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;( M)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;OTHER&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;( I )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;( L)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;OVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; ( Y )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;OU&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/27404810-116239245750985258?l=peachsunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/feeds/116239245750985258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404810&amp;postID=116239245750985258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/116239245750985258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/116239245750985258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/2006/11/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>yAnRu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730352050282767480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404810.post-116202713001144371</id><published>2006-10-28T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:29:14.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Moments In Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;es&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt; t &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;nt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;n &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;if&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Falling in&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Laughing &lt;/span&gt;till your stomach hurts. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Enjoying a ride down the country side. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Listening to your &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;favorite song&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on the radio. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Going to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, listening to the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; pouring outside. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting out of the&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;shower&lt;/span&gt; and wrapping yourself with a &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;warm, fuzzy towel&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Passing your final exams with&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;good grades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being part of an interesting conversation. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finding some &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;money&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in some old pants. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Laughing at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sharing&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;a wonderful dinner with all your &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;friends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laughing without a reason. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Accidentally" hearing someone say &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;something good about you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watching the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;sunset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Listening to a &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;song&lt;/span&gt; that reminds you of an &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;important person&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in your life. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Receiving or giving your &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;first kiss&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Feeling this &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;movement&lt;/span&gt; in your body when seeing this &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"special" someone&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having a great time with your&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Seeing the one you love happy&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wearing the shirt of a person you love &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;and smelling his/her perfume&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Visiting an old friend of yours and remembering &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;great memories&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hearing some telling you&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I LOVE YOU"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"True friends come in the good times when we tell them to, and they come in the bad times.....without calling."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404810-116202713001144371?l=peachsunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/feeds/116202713001144371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404810&amp;postID=116202713001144371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/116202713001144371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/116202713001144371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/2006/10/best-moments-in-life.html' title='The Best Moments In Life'/><author><name>yAnRu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730352050282767480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404810.post-116202556520463608</id><published>2006-10-28T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:29:14.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rotten and Putrid Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;one week holiday.... Deepavali... Hari Raya... and Mid Term Break... &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;i had been doing nothing but sleep and watching some anime or tvb series at home...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In this one week, i had watched :-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anime&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fate Stay Night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ah My Goddess (Season 1 &amp; 2)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rozen Maiden &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;TVB Series&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Golden Faith&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pheonix &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;All i know is to face the "idiot box"s (that's how my mom call the television and computer) &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;i'm feeling useless and inadequate, rotten and putrid.. besides, there is some rust and filth in my brain now.. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;* * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;~Just Some Random Pictures~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7594/2885/1600/att0014.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7594/2885/320/att0014.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;^.^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*everyday is a new day*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*smile* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404810-116202556520463608?l=peachsunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/feeds/116202556520463608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404810&amp;postID=116202556520463608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/116202556520463608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/116202556520463608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/2006/10/rotten-and-putrid-me.html' title='Rotten and Putrid Me'/><author><name>yAnRu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730352050282767480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404810.post-116101194173380690</id><published>2006-10-16T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:29:13.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom, 3rd Sem, Some True Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;It’s been a long time since I blogged again.. kinda lazy *hehe* I have a lot to say... but kinda lazy.. so I’ll juz simplify everything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My mom is not home!!!!! She’s went to Sweden with my dad.. so happy!!! Bad gal I am.. hehe.. I finally got some &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FREEDOM!!&lt;/span&gt; =p Free like a Bird~ =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;( she’s coming back the day after tomorrow &gt;.&lt;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But for somehow.. In the first few days.. I’m not really used to NOT having my mom at home.. it seemed so.. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Quiet&lt;/span&gt;.. n I feel so.. &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Lonely&lt;/span&gt;.. *confused* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;A similar case:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's just like when your holiday is around the corner, u are really exited bout it and can't wait to relax.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But when the holiday started, boredom is feeling u up and u would just feel like going back to the days u have classes.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But, by the end of the holiday, you would wish to remain in your 'holiday-ing time' and would be lazy to start having classes again.. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;(am i right?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Btw.. I’m not the bad gal here... My brothers are worse!! I dun wanna mention it here........ (just in case) =p *hehe*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;* * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It’s my third semester in TPMacademy.. wow.. it’s almost a year… so soon... And... I’m turning 18 soon! So happy =p it’s not that i’m sure that i’ll get a lot of presents or what... but still.. 18!!!! LoLx~ but.. somehow.. 18 sounds so old.. *hmmm..*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well.. in this short semester of 3 months.. I’m taking 3 subjects..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Anthropology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Organic Chemistry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Microeconomics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sounds tough…… but so far, which is only by attending the first class….. I’m fine ^.^ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;* * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Think about this. You may not realize it, but it's 100% true.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;At least 2 people in this world love you so much that they would die for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;At least 15 people in this world love you in some way.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don't like you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Every night, SOMEONE thinks about you before they go to sleep.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You mean the world to someone.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;If not for you, someone may not be living.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You are special and unique.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;When you think you have no chance of getting what you want, you probably won't get it, but if you trust God to do what's best, and wait on His time, sooner or later, you will get it or something better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good can still come from it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;When you think the world has turned its back on you, take a look; you most likely turned your back on the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Someone that you don't even know exist loves you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Always remember the compliments you received. Forget about the rude remarks.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Always tell someone how you feel about them; you will feel much better when they know and you'll both be happy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;If you have a great friend, take the time to let them know that they are great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Note to self: Never ever use so many types of colors in a post again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404810-116101194173380690?l=peachsunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/feeds/116101194173380690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404810&amp;postID=116101194173380690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/116101194173380690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/116101194173380690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/2006/10/freedom-3rd-sem-some-true-stuff.html' title='Freedom, 3rd Sem, Some True Stuff'/><author><name>yAnRu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730352050282767480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404810.post-116006589351432099</id><published>2006-10-06T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:29:12.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What type of Fae are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://onnachance.com/quiz/fae.htm" target="new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://onnachance.com/quiz/fae2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://onnachance.com/quiz/fae.htm" target="new"&gt;What type of Fae are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404810-116006589351432099?l=peachsunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/feeds/116006589351432099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404810&amp;postID=116006589351432099' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/116006589351432099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/116006589351432099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-type-of-fae-are-you.html' title='What type of Fae are you?'/><author><name>yAnRu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730352050282767480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404810.post-115945159934663064</id><published>2006-09-28T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:29:12.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharing Coffee With A Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar and 2 cups of coffee. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;A professor stood before his philosophy class and hadsome items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was. The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with a unanimous "yes." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;" Now," said the professor, as the laughter subsided,&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things - God, family, children, health, friends, and favorite passions -- things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, house, and car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The sand is everything else --the small stuff.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;"if you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you. So... Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical check ups. Take your partner out to dinner.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal. "Take care of the golf balls first -- the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;One of the students raised her hand and inquired whatthe coffee represented. The professor smiled. " I'm glad you asked. It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;there's always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;* * *&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Juz a random pic*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 390px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="253" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7594/2885/320/ATT1.jpg" width="426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*i love this pic*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*aren't the ducklings cute??* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~Kkyyoooote~ ^.^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404810-115945159934663064?l=peachsunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/feeds/115945159934663064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404810&amp;postID=115945159934663064' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/115945159934663064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/115945159934663064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/2006/09/sharing-coffee-with-friend.html' title='Sharing Coffee With A Friend'/><author><name>yAnRu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730352050282767480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404810.post-115944702392982651</id><published>2006-09-28T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:29:12.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm just another girl next door..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;who still acts like a small kid,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who loves to have fun,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;who loves to eat but scared of putting on weight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who loves attention,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;who loves surprises,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who doesn't really know how to express herself,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;who gets gigantic ulcers really often,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who dislikes her life but accepts it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;who admires people talent and sometimes gets jealous or depressed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who talks a lot,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;who always get tensed up without any proper reason,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who would like to look better,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;who wants to have more freedom,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who loves animal,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;who is rather amused at a lot of things,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who really cares about how people would think about her,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;who day dreams a lot about being somebody else like a princess in fairy tales, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who loves to know how to speak all the language in the world.......... &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;etc. etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404810-115944702392982651?l=peachsunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/feeds/115944702392982651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404810&amp;postID=115944702392982651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/115944702392982651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/115944702392982651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/2006/09/me.html' title='Me~'/><author><name>yAnRu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730352050282767480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404810.post-115944485332247335</id><published>2006-09-28T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:29:11.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How un-Malaysian Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong style="font-size: large;"&gt;Congratulations Yanru, you are 49% not Malaysian. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;That means you're as Malaysian as...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.kennysia.com/images/photos/20060824-3.jpg" width="307" height="400" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong style="font-size: large;"&gt;Michelle Yeoh!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kennysia.com/archives/2006/08/how_unmalaysian.php"&gt;How Un-Malaysian Are You? &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404810-115944485332247335?l=peachsunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/feeds/115944485332247335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404810&amp;postID=115944485332247335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/115944485332247335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/115944485332247335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/2006/09/how-un-malaysian-are-you_28.html' title='How un-Malaysian Are You?'/><author><name>yAnRu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730352050282767480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404810.post-115903811071131717</id><published>2006-09-24T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:29:10.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday-inG</title><content type='html'>it's holiday~!!!!!! finally... after all the assignments n exam stress.... it's like... letting down a very very heavy burden... and u would go ~PHEW~!!!! hehe... &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;but... my holiday mood is not here.. yet.....?? how come???&lt;br /&gt;maybe b'coz there are CERTAIN burden that i can't let down yet... and there are also CERTAIN burden coming to me.... even though it's holiday... such as, my mom~ holiday burden.. LOLx~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;well... i have no plans at all... for these 2  to 3 whole weeks.. will mushrooms n fungus grow on me??? God Bless~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;oh yea... i'm going to Genting Highlands for the four divas concert next week.... God Bless Me too~~ Please let me EnJoY~ and Please dun let me get BoReD~ or at least dun let me get TOO BoReD~ ThanX alot~ GAM XIA..&lt;br /&gt;["gam xia" is thank you in hokkien... right?? i guess..... Hee~ PAI SEH ah... (i know "pai seh" is like... how do u explain?? erm... u use it when u did something embarrassing.. yeap... correct??)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;i have a Request... can anybody teach me hokkien?? or... maybe French?... or.... German?? or.... Tamil???? Romanian!!!! i wanna know all types languages!!! can i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;maybe i should take this holiday to take up language courses???? *day dreaming*&lt;br /&gt;Nah..... i rather rot for 3 weeks.... Lazy Moi~ =p&lt;br /&gt;("Moi" is pronounced as MuaH~, and it's meaning is "me" in French..?? but a SeaNy say it's just a twisted english word.... hmm.... do i really need language courses???)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404810-115903811071131717?l=peachsunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/feeds/115903811071131717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404810&amp;postID=115903811071131717' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/115903811071131717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/115903811071131717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/2006/09/holiday-ing.html' title='Holiday-inG'/><author><name>yAnRu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730352050282767480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404810.post-115893816062506624</id><published>2006-09-22T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:29:10.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Torn into Pieces</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Behind These Hazel Eyes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by Kelly Clarkson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seems like just yesterday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You were a part of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I used to stand so tall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I used to be so strong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your arms around me tight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything, it felt so right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Unbreakable, like nothin' could go wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now I can't breathe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No, I can't sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm barely hanging on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here I am, once again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm torn into pieces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't deny it, can't pretend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just thought you were the one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Broken up, deep inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you won't get to see the tears I cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Behind these hazel eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I told you everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Opened up and let you in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You made me feel alright&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For once in my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now all that's left of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is what I pretend to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So together, but so broken up inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Cause I can't breathe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No, I can't sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm barely hangin' on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here I am, once again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm torn into pieces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't deny it, can't pretend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just thought you were the one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Broken up, deep inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you won't get to see the tears I cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Behind these hazel eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Swallow me then spit me out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For hating you, I blame myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seeing you it kills me now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No, I don't cry on the outside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anymore...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here I am, once again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm torn into pieces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't deny it, can't pretend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just thought you were the one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Broken up, deep inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you won't get to see the tears I cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Behind these hazel eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here I am, once again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm torn into pieces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't deny it, can't pretend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just thought you were the one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Broken up, deep inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you won't get to see the tears I cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Behind these hazel eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404810-115893816062506624?l=peachsunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/feeds/115893816062506624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404810&amp;postID=115893816062506624' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/115893816062506624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/115893816062506624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/2006/09/torn-into-pieces.html' title='Torn into Pieces'/><author><name>yAnRu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730352050282767480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404810.post-115892775917555078</id><published>2006-09-22T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:29:09.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Stuck"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by Stacie Orrico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't get out of bed today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or get you off my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just can't seem to find a way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To leave the love behind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Bridge:]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I ain't trippin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm just missing you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know what I'm saying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know what I mean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You kept me hanging from a string&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why you make me cry?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I tried to give you everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you just gave me lies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Bridge]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Bridge 2:]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every now and then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I'm all alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I be wishing you would call me on the telephone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Say you want me back &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you never do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel like such a fool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's nothing I can do..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm such a fool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't take it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What am I waiting for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My heart's still breaking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss you even more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I can't fake it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The way I could before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate you but I love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't stop thinking of you [last time x2]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's true I'm stuck on you&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Now love's a broken record that's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Been skipping in my head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I keep singing yesterday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why we got to play these games we play?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Bridge]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every now and then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I'm all alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I be wishing you would call me on the telephone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Say you want me back &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you never do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel like such a fool&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;[Chorus]&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;[Bridge 2]&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404810-115892775917555078?l=peachsunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/feeds/115892775917555078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404810&amp;postID=115892775917555078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/115892775917555078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/115892775917555078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/2006/09/stuck.html' title='Stuck!!!!'/><author><name>yAnRu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730352050282767480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404810.post-115746760819461302</id><published>2006-09-05T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:29:09.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Four Asian Divas Concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;(at the dining table)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mom: Hey.. there's this concert in genting... ping chee (one of her close fren) is going... it's on the 30 of sept.. Lu (she was refering to me) holiday yet?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me: Yup... holiday.... Wat concert?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mom: Anita Sarawak is one of them... Francis Yip oso....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me: Huh? Dunno.... (kinda wateva attitude) You wanna go? With who?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*My Mom nudge at my dad and he gave a kinda 'wat??!!?' look* *so funny~ ^.^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;* * *&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;few days later..... i realise my mom booked the tickets... Five tickets.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;1 for her...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;1 for my dad...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;1 for my aut....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;1 for another aunt....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;1 for.... ME????!!!!?????&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;* * *&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hello?!?!?!? she didn't even ask me..... she didn't even ask my brothers.........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;but... why aren't my brothers going? why didn't she juz buy tickets for them like wat she did to me????&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*sob*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;she didn't even respect me..... how bout my decision????&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;* * *&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bro: How come you buy tickets for Ah Lu wan????&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mom: She says she wanna go wan &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*WHAT????!!!!!!!!?????????!!!!!!!!!*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;* * *&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i was so pissed~!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh well.... i juz have to accept the fact that... i will always be my mom's baby girl~ *sigh*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;other than following the river flow... wat can i do? i dun have the ability to swim against the curent...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i'll juz go to genting with them.... with the 'adults'... the serious-kind-and-no-fun people...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and enjoy myself~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*God BleSs*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7594/2885/1600/fame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7594/2885/320/fame.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*By the way...... Who Are They?!?!???!???*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404810-115746760819461302?l=peachsunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/feeds/115746760819461302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404810&amp;postID=115746760819461302' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/115746760819461302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/115746760819461302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/2006/09/four-asian-divas-concert.html' title='The Four Asian Divas Concert'/><author><name>yAnRu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730352050282767480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404810.post-115720571446088627</id><published>2006-09-02T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:29:08.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Return of The Ulcers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the year of 2005 to 2006.. My ulcers condition had gotten really bad.... really really bad..... My ulcers will like conquer the entire mouth of mine... not tiny ones but...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HuGe OneS~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;most annoying thing is... it comes back once in 2 to 3 months~!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~*sigh*~ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;why is this happening to me? did i do anything wrong? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;my dad brought back this buddhism book.... it's about wat u did in the previous life.. n the consiquences.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;there's this page saying that if you often get mouth ulcers.... you had served buddha meat in my previous life.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;=.=''''' *sweat*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;or..... izzit true????? *hmmmm*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;two weeks ago.... my ulcers came back again....... *curse* =(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;it caused alot of inconvenience... ALOT~!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;!!!!!~PAIN~!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my stupid teeth always rub against my swallon tongue n then i will go... OUCH~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Couldn't eat~ i haven been eating for 5 days~ which is almost a week... the only thing that can go through my mouth with less pain is HONEY~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Couldn't sleep~ the longest record of me sleeping with ulcers is *drum roll* 1 HOUR~!!!! i will wake up every half an hour to an hour coz of the stupid pain~!!!!! n with blood on my pillow~!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Couln't talk~ it's too painful for me to open my mouth~!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the doctor says it's recovering.. it will be healed in another..... 10 days.... i can't wait!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7594/2885/1600/Picture%20001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7594/2885/320/Picture%20001.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*my mouth is so so so swollen*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*my brother calls me 'AlieN~DuCk'*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7594/2885/320/Picture%20002.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*yup~ it's recovering~*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*i know... it's disgusting... sorry~*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~God BleSs Me~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~LaDy of the ULCERS~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404810-115720571446088627?l=peachsunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/feeds/115720571446088627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404810&amp;postID=115720571446088627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/115720571446088627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/115720571446088627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/2006/09/return-of-ulcers.html' title='The Return of The Ulcers'/><author><name>yAnRu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730352050282767480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404810.post-115546942861731555</id><published>2006-08-13T18:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:29:08.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Jealousy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It had been almost a year since i graduate from high school (i feel so old now &gt;.&lt;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Seeing all my high school's friends, close friends and even best friends having new friends in college....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Furthermore, getting closer n closer.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I have to admit that this is actually making me jealous...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I feel so stupid... *hitting myself on the head* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Come to think of it... I have new friends too... Quite close too....... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Is this.... What they meant by..... Life??? *sigh* this SuX~ =( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well.... No matter what... i wish &lt;strong&gt;ALL&lt;/strong&gt; my beloved friends --&gt; all the best!! and Most of all... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FRIENDSHIP FOREVER!!&lt;/strong&gt; *HuGs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MemoiRs oF YanRu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(ignore the the '01.01.03' date, i 4gotten to reset)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7594/2885/320/Picture%20075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Me, YuXiang, Jane, Dessie, Melody*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*the LAME gang*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7594/2885/1600/Picture%20047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7594/2885/320/Picture%20047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*SookHung (SleepingQueen), Me, Melody*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7594/2885/1600/Picture%20061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7594/2885/320/Picture%20061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*YinShean, Me, TeckLiang*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7594/2885/320/Picture%20115.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*Me, JieHow, JoEn, ChinLing*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7594/2885/1600/Picture%20089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7594/2885/320/Picture%20089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*JacKee, Me, WanXin, Brenda, KahHoe (the Head Prefect)*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7594/2885/320/Picture%20098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*My BeLoVeD gang of girl guides*&lt;br /&gt;*GirL PoWeR~!*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7594/2885/320/Picture%20118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*the LoVeLy gang of PRS juniors*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last But Not Least~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7594/2885/1600/Picture%20074.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7594/2885/320/Picture%20038.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7594/2885/1600/Picture%20074.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Me, Jane, Melody*&lt;br /&gt;*~Everlasting Friendship~!*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7594/2885/320/Picture%20086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*Me, WanXin, JacKee*&lt;br /&gt;*~Everlasting Friendship~* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i can't upload anymore pics.. Max 9 pics only~ Sorry~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;To &lt;strong&gt;ALL&lt;/strong&gt; people... Especially.... WanXin, JacKee, Jane, Melody &amp; My Fellow GuiDeS~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(SomeBody told me to learn how to let go) &gt;.&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I wouldn't let go of this precious friendship... But i also wouldn't be so selfish to 'lock' you up....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I am indeed very happy that i have met u guys....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our FriendShip would remain in my heart... ForEver~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE ALL OF YOU~!!!&lt;/strong&gt; *HuGs*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404810-115546942861731555?l=peachsunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/feeds/115546942861731555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404810&amp;postID=115546942861731555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/115546942861731555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/115546942861731555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/2006/08/stupid-jealousy_13.html' title='Stupid Jealousy'/><author><name>yAnRu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730352050282767480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404810.post-115538028387519359</id><published>2006-08-12T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:29:07.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beloved College Buddies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Although it is only my 2nd semester here in Tpm Academy.. &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 align="center"&gt;i can feel the bond between me n my splendid college buddies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the beginning it was quite hard for me to tag along...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Who doesn't have their first times?? lolX~*)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;who&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my College buddies….. I really had a lot of fun with u guys......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7594/2885/1600/P6020035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7594/2885/320/P6020035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*we go around hugging each other*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*no matter where we are* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7594/2885/1600/P6060129.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7594/2885/320/P6060129.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*i had awesome lab partners*&lt;br /&gt;*had some lab expeiences together*&lt;br /&gt;*which is quite difficult*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7594/2885/1600/P6070157.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7594/2885/320/P6070157.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*had some small and fun fights*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*which is just for fun*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7594/2885/1600/P6020034.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7594/2885/320/P6020034.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*we cam whore* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7594/2885/1600/Maenad!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="253" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7594/2885/320/Maenad%21%21.jpg" width="234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*they turn me into a maenad!!!* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7594/2885/1600/hmmmmm.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7594/2885/320/hmmmmm.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*we enjoy food together*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*we feed each other*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7594/2885/1600/im%20dead!.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="282" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7594/2885/320/im%20dead%21.0.jpg" width="237" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *we filmed this 30 minutes movie (TorN)*&lt;torn&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*a college project which took us months to complete it*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7594/2885/1600/i%20dunno%20what"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7594/2885/320/i%20dunno%20what%27s%20up%20with%20them.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*we had hard times together* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7594/2885/320/One%20BigFamily.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*taken 'family' portrait*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;To *ALL* TPM Academy Buddies.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE YOU ALL!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; *hugs* ^.^ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;To non-TPM Aademy Buddies.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE YOU GUYS TOO!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE ALL OF YOU WHO HAD MADE MY LIFE WONDERFUL!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*HuGs to ALL* =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404810-115538028387519359?l=peachsunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/feeds/115538028387519359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404810&amp;postID=115538028387519359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/115538028387519359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/115538028387519359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/2006/08/beloved-college-buddies.html' title='Beloved College Buddies'/><author><name>yAnRu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730352050282767480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404810.post-115478736788207193</id><published>2006-08-05T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:29:07.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PussyCat Dolls</title><content type='html'>AaaHhhhhhhh!!!!! ^.^ i still can't get over the excitement.... Hee.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*deep breath*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... Last wednesday.... It's PCD day!!! We... Me, Raudy, Ivan went to PCD Concert in Sunway Lagoon, Surf Beach!! My God!!!! &gt;.&lt; Special ThanX to my dear... i get to go for FREE! *HuGs n Kisses*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u happen not to know wat's PCD... it's The Pussycat Dolls!!! A group of Fabulous Hot Chicks who happens to be splendid singers and dancers!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We actually were so excited till we reached at 4pm *the concert starts at 8pm* well.. there was supposed to be activities starting at 12pm.. the so call activities we did is.... WAITING AT THE LAGOON ENTRANCE.. We were so pissed.. without the hotlink chop... we can't get discount to enter earlier... *curse the guy who FORGOTTEN to stamp on a chop for us* &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... we waited... about 5pm... ppl started to line up... so we lined up with them... waiting waiting..... we were so tired n thirsty!!! Dehydrated!!!! *sigh* so... me n raudy didn't bother much n sat on the floor in the middle of the lines =p the time passed so slowly..... that we started cursing everybody!! even those innocent ppl we don't know.. hee~*&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7594/2885/1600/P7260430.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally!!! it's time to go in.... we actually waited in the line for like.... 2 hours!!!! My God.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7594/2885/320/P7260435.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7594/2885/320/P7260430.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*on the floor*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went in... Happily.. Expecting to put our stuff in the lockers.... Bloody Hell!!! *oops! Hee..* No token guy there!!!???!!! We actually confirmed with the ticket seller that there will be lockers for us... *curse again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.... everything didn't go well.... it wasn't really a good day... the crowd was like... WOW!!! we found a perfect spot though... a higher ground... juz a few inches though... then.. waited waited waited......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7594/2885/320/P7260436.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*the stage with the crowd*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.30pm... Opening act by Rage Monnu *However his name spells* sorry~ Hee... He was quite good though.. The Hosts then were trying to lengthen the time n played several games with the crowd... such as..... asking a few ppl to go on stage then.... who can dance better... hit a sexy pose n meow.... n bla bla bla....... k k... cut the crap.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dolls then came out!!!!!!!! Fabulously with their very song, Buttons!!!!!! Danced n sing!!!!! My God!!!! They r SO TOTALLY HOT!!!!!! Gals can actually become lessbians after goin to that concert =p Kidding~* Every bad stuff that happened before were like... Vanished!!! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7594/2885/320/oo...jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Aren't they FaBuLouS*&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 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;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7594/2885/320/P1000528.jpg" border="0" /&gt;*the lead singer.. Nicole~HoTtY!!* ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... in the middle while we enjoy... there's this 2 blacks who came n stood in front of me!!! ME!!!! my god... u do know blacks r tall.... so pissed... n they actually drank Carlsberg during the concert... i got so annoyed n juz pushed them from the back 'accidentally' *evil me* =p These inconsiderate ppl muz get some 'lessons' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Honestly.. i was quite scared that they would actually hit me on my face &gt;.&lt; *lucky me* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When the concert ended... for somehow... we appeared at the very far end of RM100 zone... Muz be the crowd who squeez squeez squeez and squeezed to the front... *sigh* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Reached home... So tired.... Bathed..... Danced in the shower =p imitate PCD =p then... Sleep!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;PussyCat Dolls..... We Love You!!!!!! ^.^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*wanna see more PCD pics?? any request?? =p*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404810-115478736788207193?l=peachsunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/feeds/115478736788207193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404810&amp;postID=115478736788207193' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/115478736788207193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/115478736788207193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/2006/08/pussycat-dolls.html' title='PussyCat Dolls'/><author><name>yAnRu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730352050282767480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404810.post-115160758931315684</id><published>2006-06-30T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:29:07.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Premenstrual Syndrome (PMS)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Premenstrual Syndrome (PMS) refers to uncomfortable physical and mental symptoms that occur before the onset of the woman’s menstrual period. PMS is the name of a group of symptoms that start 7 to 14 days before your period (menstruation). The symptoms usually stop soon after your period begins. Estimates of affected women range from 40 to 80%. About 5% of women experience symptoms that cause them severe impairment. PMS may start at any time during the years that a woman menstruates. The peak occurrence is in the 20s and 30s. Once PMS begins, the symptoms often continue until menopause. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;*Oh My God.... Am i having PMS now???* *sigh*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;About 150 separate symptoms have been documented, but it is unlikely that any one woman will have all of them. Some of the symptoms of PMS are listed in the box below. Your symptoms may be worse some months and better others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Symptoms of PMS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Acne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bloated abdomen &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Constipation &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Crying spells &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Depression &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Fast heartbeat &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Feeling hungry &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Feeling irritable or tense &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Feeling tired &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Feeling anxious &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Forgetfulness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Confusion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Headache &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Joint pain &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Back pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mood swings &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Not feeling as interested in sex &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tender and swollen breasts &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Trouble concentrating &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Trouble sleeping &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Swollen hands or feet &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wanting to be alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Weight gain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nausea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;*Yea... i'm having a headache now... and...... my mood is just...... not stable......* =(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;*Oh well... Most WOMAN have this.... LoLx~* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;*i would like to apologize first.... to those i will hurt in the future... you know... when my temper or anything shoot up** *it wll happen once a month... and it DOES happen once a month**&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;*Well.... here are some tips for WOMANsssss**&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tips on controlling PMS&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eat complex carbohydrates (such as whole grain breads, pasta and cereals), fiber and protein. Cut back on sugar and fat. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Avoid salt for the last few days before your period to reduce bloating and fluid retention. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cut back on caffeine to feel less tense and irritable and to ease breast soreness. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cut out alcohol. Drinking it before your period can make you feel more depressed. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Try eating up to 6 small meals a day instead of 3 larger ones. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get aerobic exercise. Work up to 30 minutes, 4 to 6 times a week. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get plenty of sleep--about 8 hours a night. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Keep to a regular schedule of meals, bedtime and exercise. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Try to schedule stressful events for the week after your period.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How is PMS treated? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;There is no cure for PMS, but eating a healthy diet, exercising regularly and taking medicine may help. Your doctor will talk to you about whether you need to change your diet and exercise habits. He or she may also prescribe medicine for you, depending on what your symptoms are.&lt;br /&gt;You may need to try more than one medicine to find the treatment that works for you. Many medicines are available over-the-counter, but some require a doctor's prescription. Medicines that can be prescribed include diuretics, antidepressants and birth control pills. Other medicines for PMS are being studied.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="10"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What about vitamins and other home remedies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You may have read that some vitamins and other supplements, such as vitamin B6, vitamin E, magnesium, manganese and tryptophan, can help relieve PMS. There haven't been many studies about these treatments, and it's possible that they could do more harm than good. For example, vitamin B6 and vitamin E can cause side effects if you take too much. Talk to your doctor if you're thinking of trying any of these vitamins or supplements.&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, taking calcium pills may reduce symptoms of water retention, cramps and back pain. Taking about 1,000 mg of calcium a day probably won't be harmful, especially because calcium has so many other benefits, such as being good for your bones. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*sigh.. lecehnya perempuan~* -_-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this is the disadvantage of being a female... i wonder does male have PMS??? *wondering*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404810-115160758931315684?l=peachsunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/feeds/115160758931315684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404810&amp;postID=115160758931315684' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/115160758931315684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/115160758931315684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/2006/06/premenstrual-syndrome-pms.html' title='Premenstrual Syndrome (PMS)'/><author><name>yAnRu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730352050282767480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404810.post-115122272533396402</id><published>2006-06-25T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:29:06.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>USB Disk</title><content type='html'>Oh My Goodness... These look so DELICIOUS!!!!!!! *slurp* &gt;.&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check these out.....&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7594/2885/1600/image0022.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7594/2885/1600/image0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7594/2885/320/image0044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7594/2885/1600/image0055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7594/2885/320/image0055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7594/2885/320/image02222.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7594/2885/320/image0088.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7594/2885/1600/image0077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7594/2885/320/image0077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7594/2885/320/image0066.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7594/2885/320/image02121.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7594/2885/320/image02020.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7594/2885/320/image0033.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&gt;&gt;too bad that we can't taste them&lt;&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404810-115122272533396402?l=peachsunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/feeds/115122272533396402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404810&amp;postID=115122272533396402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/115122272533396402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/115122272533396402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/2006/06/usb-disk.html' title='USB Disk'/><author><name>yAnRu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730352050282767480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404810.post-115106625417756559</id><published>2006-06-23T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:29:06.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slippery Experience</title><content type='html'>So... i went to Sunway Pyramid....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what? i decided to go on ice once again... Since....... 4 years ago........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to the counter.... n guess wat? only certain college's student get the advantages of having to pay at student's rate.... cacated tpm academy...... *curse*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... i paid RM16 per person *i guess* (i forgotten =p) got this wrist band thing and entered the skatting area....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to get skates... Oh... i'm size 5!!!! lolX~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7594/2885/1600/Image014%20(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7594/2885/320/Image014%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *size 5*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7594/2885/1600/Image013%20(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7594/2885/320/Image013%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*ready to go!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly... slowly........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7594/2885/1600/Image002%20(2).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7594/2885/320/Image002%20%282%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*on the ice*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7594/2885/320/Image007%20%283%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*WhoopSy DaiSy*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7594/2885/320/Image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*PheW~*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After like 8 rounds... i find myself quite..... Ok.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Maybe.... Double Ok!! ; )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;not to say professional though =0&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7594/2885/1600/Image003%20(2).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7594/2885/320/Image003%20%282%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *my legs kinda aches*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Guess what?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7594/2885/320/Image000%20%283%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*there's someone there to massage the sore away for me*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Who???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7594/2885/320/Image008%20%283%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*My DarLinG ^.^ *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404810-115106625417756559?l=peachsunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/feeds/115106625417756559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404810&amp;postID=115106625417756559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/115106625417756559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/115106625417756559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/2006/06/slippery-experience.html' title='Slippery Experience'/><author><name>yAnRu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730352050282767480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404810.post-115099125253727065</id><published>2006-06-22T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:29:06.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in News Papers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WooHoo... i'm in news papers!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm in Stars and New Strats Times..... and more...... ( i guess &gt;.&lt; )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There.... See..... See........... See............ ^.^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7594/2885/320/Image024.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;*do u spot me?*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&gt;&gt;zoom in&lt;&lt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7594/2885/320/Image023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*now?*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&gt;&gt;zoom in&lt;&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7594/2885/320/Image009%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*there you go... MuaH~* ^.^*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Actually it's nothing much.... it's just my academy's advertisement..... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;lolX~* i'm in newspapers.... Haha~****&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404810-115099125253727065?l=peachsunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/feeds/115099125253727065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404810&amp;postID=115099125253727065' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/115099125253727065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/115099125253727065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-in-news-papers.html' title='I&apos;m in News Papers!'/><author><name>yAnRu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730352050282767480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404810.post-115030140969116375</id><published>2006-06-14T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:29:05.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take Me Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;It had be a month since i come online again... since i blog again... Coz of my stupid house phone which was dead for 2 weeks!!! *curse*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway... Here's something.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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 align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7594/2885/320/DSC00059.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Take Me Home*&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 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="left"&gt;This Doggie.... Is a Pedigree...  So cute right????? My god... I so wanna adopt it.... It's sold at a price of RM250.... And it's a pure breed!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Too bad..... i currently have two dogies in my house already.... May i introduce...??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7594/2885/320/Picture%20023.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;*JacJac*&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 align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7594/2885/320/Picture%20026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*JacJAc lying down FLAT*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This chocolate lil puppy is named JacJAc~* Ain't he C-U-T-E????? He's fully grown now... i haven't taken a pic of him... Still..... He is so cute!!!!! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok Ok.... My second Doggie....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7594/2885/320/Picture%20022.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*BuBu*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Smiling at the Camera ^.^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This Doggie.... BuBu~*.... is named after a show.... *Baby's Day Out* This lil baby called his sory book "BuBu"... i find it really cute and named him after it.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yea... i got this doggie when he was still a puppy.... n guess wat? his size when he was a puppy is the size of his current head!!! My god... Can't believe it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7594/2885/1600/Picture%20027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7594/2885/320/Picture%20027.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*JacJac ~ BuBu*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Mommy said that i have to abandon one of them in order to adopt a new one.... How could i??? I just love them so much.... =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Anybody interested to adopt the cute lil white pup??? Why not leave me a comment or something to inform me???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;*CheeRz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404810-115030140969116375?l=peachsunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/feeds/115030140969116375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404810&amp;postID=115030140969116375' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/115030140969116375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/115030140969116375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/2006/06/take-me-home.html' title='Take Me Home'/><author><name>yAnRu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730352050282767480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404810.post-114940109416330186</id><published>2006-06-04T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:29:05.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something..??.. NOT!</title><content type='html'>Hello &lt;a href="http://www.peachsunset.blogspot.com"&gt;www.peachsunset.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;!!! long time no see! Did you miss me?? Seems that u hadn't changed at all since the last time i see you.... =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK..!!! cut the craps... Well... It had been a long time since i blog... Got back the confidence to blog??? Nah... i juz feel that it's kinda irresponsible to abandon the blog u had created...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... what to blog about? i'm actually out of idea...... n Ivan Shin says&lt;br /&gt;"there's actually so many stuff to blog about"&lt;br /&gt;Well... here i am... stuck again!!! *curse*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think! Think! Think! THINK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK... here's one.... NOT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is such a failure..... ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever..... i'll just blog again next time......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long... Farewell.... I'm here to bid good-bye......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; To Be Continued&lt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404810-114940109416330186?l=peachsunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/feeds/114940109416330186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404810&amp;postID=114940109416330186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/114940109416330186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/114940109416330186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/2006/06/something-not.html' title='Something..??.. NOT!'/><author><name>yAnRu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730352050282767480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404810.post-114821469322766646</id><published>2006-05-21T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:29:05.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>drive ALONE??</title><content type='html'>finally.. i'm allowed to drive ALONE to tpm tomorrow.... i wonder how would it feel??? hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well..... wish me luck!!! i'm kinda scared now though... Brrr... *shivering*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; *pray*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404810-114821469322766646?l=peachsunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/feeds/114821469322766646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404810&amp;postID=114821469322766646' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/114821469322766646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/114821469322766646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/2006/05/drive-alone.html' title='drive ALONE??'/><author><name>yAnRu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730352050282767480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404810.post-114784476719347018</id><published>2006-05-17T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:29:04.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hols are like Holes!</title><content type='html'>i'm bored!!!!!!! i'm so totally bored~!!!!! *OMG~ i sounded like a.... ...nvm... *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks of holidays..... 1 and a half week down.... this holiday is kinda dull and boring... just like empty holes... dark n empty... Brrrrrr.... can't somebody lend a hand and put some colors in it for me? or maybe a rainbow... i would love to have one =p other than online~ blogging~ watching tv~ SLPEEPING~ i have nothing else to do... *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to step into tpm academy again.... although it's kind of a boring place... at least i have frenZ there... unlike staying at home... it's just like locking yourself up in a jail cell.... i miss my high school friends~ i miss my high school teachers (well.. some of them =p) ~ i miss my high school canteen~ I MISS MY HIGH SCHOOL LIFE~!!* *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway... my boring days would be over soon... in 5 days.... i would be free!!!! ( as if.. *rolling eyes* )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today... in order to make my life more 'colorful'... i had ran through my friend's blogs.... n they turn up to be wonderful!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i'm starting to think that my Blog is kinda sucky* =(&lt;br /&gt;terrible, horrible and vegetable!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i continue........??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404810-114784476719347018?l=peachsunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/feeds/114784476719347018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404810&amp;postID=114784476719347018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/114784476719347018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/114784476719347018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/2006/05/hols-are-like-holes.html' title='Hols are like Holes!'/><author><name>yAnRu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730352050282767480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404810.post-114768197848042087</id><published>2006-05-15T15:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:29:04.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Song That Touches Your Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My Baby You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as i look into your eyes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i see all the reasons why &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my life's worth a thousand skies &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you're the simplest love i've known &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the purest one i'll own &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;know you'll never be alone &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;[chorus:] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my baby you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;are the reason i could fly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and 'cause of you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i don't have to wonder why &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;baby you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there's no more just getting by &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you're the reason i feel so alive &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;though these words i say are true &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they still fail to capture you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as mere words can only do &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how do i explain that smile &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and how it turns my world around &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;keeping my feet on the ground &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;[repeat chorus]&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;i will soothe you if you fall &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll be right there if you call &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you're my greatest love of all &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;[repeat chorus]&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;arianna i feel so alive&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 align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*by, Marc Anthony*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Marc Anthony... First child, with Dayanara Torres, son Cristian Anthony Muniz, was born on 5 February 2001... Renewed wedding vows with his wife, Dayanara Torres, on December 7, 2002 at a cathedral in San Juan, Puerto Rico... 2nd son, Ryan Anthony Muniz, was born on August 16th 2003 with his wife Dayanara Torres... Married Jennifer Lopez only four days after his divorce from Dayanara Torres was finalized in the Dominican Republic... Daughter Ariana appeared in his wife, Jennifer Lopez, video, "Get Right" as her little sister......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**this song was sung by Marc Anthony... for his beloved daughter, Arianna... So touching ='( ~**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** there are only a few songs in this world that really touches the bottom of your heart.. 'My Baby You' is one of the great ones... i salute you, Marc Anthony~*** &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404810-114768197848042087?l=peachsunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/feeds/114768197848042087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404810&amp;postID=114768197848042087' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/114768197848042087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/114768197848042087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/2006/05/song-that-touches-your-heart_15.html' title='The Song That Touches Your Heart'/><author><name>yAnRu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730352050282767480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404810.post-114760041411037336</id><published>2006-05-14T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:29:03.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>Mommy is a cancer patient... Other than that, she a pessimist... a worrywart... a gloomy gus... and a wet blanket... her beautiful smiles had faded away after she found out about this terrible news....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14th May... Mother's Day... Well... My brothers and i took out RM20 each and bought mommy a dozen of carnation... It really did cheer her up.... She was very happy... finally... a tiny smile from her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that... i was kinda bored and i made a Mther's Day card for my mom.... i spent 2 hours making it!!! It was simple and nice... Even i myself admire my own work... =p i saw tears flickering in mommy's eyes the moment she saw the card...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon... i baked a potato pizza for her... The topping are all her favorite food... and that really put a smile on her face... It wasn't the food that made her joy... It was the effort and love... Furthermore... It was delicious!!! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all... All my effort... it didn't waste at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although my mom had been harsh to me at times... Scolded me unreasonably at times (often)... i'll love her.... because... she is my mom.... *i love ya mommy* =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** i would love to show u guys the flowers, card and pizza.. But.. too bad.. i didn't take any pictures... **&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404810-114760041411037336?l=peachsunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/feeds/114760041411037336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404810&amp;postID=114760041411037336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/114760041411037336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/114760041411037336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/2006/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>yAnRu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730352050282767480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404810.post-114745309306603102</id><published>2006-05-13T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:29:03.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank God</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;So... I went to his house... and paid him the RM200... Unwillingly (duh?!?) ... RM200!!! Not a small amount of money... *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Mr. gill, it’s ms ting here. Can I ask you a favor? If the charge of repair for the damage of the car (Perodua Kerisa) is less than RM200, can u pls kindly return the balance to me? Sorry if I’m asking too much. TQ very much.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I sent this message the car owner by SMS an hour after the payment was done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day passed........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days passed..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three days passed............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four days later... the car owner called!!! He told me that the damage only cost RM150... N... since I’m still a student... He decided to return RM100!!! I had to pay RM100 only!!!! It was such a joyful day!!!! Thank God!!!!!!! ^.^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404810-114745309306603102?l=peachsunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/feeds/114745309306603102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404810&amp;postID=114745309306603102' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/114745309306603102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/114745309306603102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/2006/05/thank-god.html' title='Thank God'/><author><name>yAnRu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730352050282767480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404810.post-114710214480467509</id><published>2006-05-08T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:29:02.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesson with Guilt</title><content type='html'>2 days ago.. saturday.. i went back to Catholic High School for Guides gathering.. it was i really happy day for me.. we talked bout college stuffs.. old times... and most of all... gossips! LoLx~* and i asked Yee Ming to teach me 3 point turn using Zhien Wei's car... he was a great teacher.. ^.^ *thanks Yee Ming*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... i parked a few times at the slot.. i park once and go one round back to the parking lot.. i needed to pass this small lane to go a round.. there's this Perodua Kerisa there.. KaKaCauCau.. *sigh* i went pass it closely... i passed it the 1st round.. i passed it the 2nd round... and then 3rd round... *BANG!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My god.. the owner rushed out from his house and neighbors came out... *sob* it was actually a short scratch.. a silver stripe on top of the wheel dropped out.. i didn't know what to do... i had damaged a car... most of all.. with a car of a great friend of mine.. not my car.. the owner called a mechanic.. He rode a bike to the spot.. and analysed the car's condition.. it was only the silver thing..  i thought it will cost around.. the most RM100... but he say have to respray.. knock out.. MINIMUM RM150!!! Oh My God... not including the silver thing.. the machenic even says that it comes in a set of four...... in the end... the owner requested for RM200!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*curse him* &lt;a href="mailto:!@#$$%^#$%^#$&amp;^$%*#%"&gt;!@#$$%^#$%^#$&amp;amp;^$%*#%&lt;/a&gt; =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that.. Zhien Wei's car.. ZHIEN WEI'S CAR!!!! there's a scratch... *i'm so sorry Zhien Wei~*Guilt** =(&lt;br /&gt;this kind man here... he didn't ask for money.. he just wanted me to pay slowly.. dun have to rush.. this had made me feel more guilty... Zhien Wei... you're such a nice friend + brother.. do you know how much that meant to me???&lt;br /&gt;*THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This had given me a lesson.. Never put your friend or your friend's stuff in great risk.. Anyway... i sweared that i will never drive another friend's car again.. not if i have no choice.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404810-114710214480467509?l=peachsunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/feeds/114710214480467509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404810&amp;postID=114710214480467509' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/114710214480467509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/114710214480467509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/2006/05/lesson-with-guilt.html' title='Lesson with Guilt'/><author><name>yAnRu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730352050282767480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404810.post-114655719288643465</id><published>2006-05-02T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:29:02.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>By Force</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So.. Somebody forced me to create this blog... Who... *you know who you are* =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well... i dunno wat to write now.. maybe i'll blog again later... soon....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404810-114655719288643465?l=peachsunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/feeds/114655719288643465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404810&amp;postID=114655719288643465' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/114655719288643465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404810/posts/default/114655719288643465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachsunset.blogspot.com/2006/05/by-force.html' title='By Force'/><author><name>yAnRu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730352050282767480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
