<?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-7407412922554703177</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:59:20.078-08:00</updated><category term='guity'/><category term='movie'/><category term='dilema'/><category term='exams'/><category term='gender'/><category term='driving test'/><category term='fun'/><category term='possing'/><category term='famiy'/><category term='fate'/><category term='life'/><category term='self-realization'/><category term='time'/><title type='text'>Build My Own Rainbow</title><subtitle type='html'>Complete the final mile of life.........</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407412922554703177/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Given a Glimpse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407394121735221686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SfrHgcD7YBI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/nTjzseraub0/S220/S6301500.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407412922554703177.post-6437665592761148185</id><published>2010-08-15T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T00:55:52.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Blog is Alive!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I decided to start blogging again since I would be unfolding a new chapter in my life!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407412922554703177-6437665592761148185?l=positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6437665592761148185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407412922554703177&amp;postID=6437665592761148185' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407412922554703177/posts/default/6437665592761148185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407412922554703177/posts/default/6437665592761148185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-blog-is-alive.html' title='My Blog is Alive!!!!'/><author><name>Given a Glimpse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407394121735221686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SfrHgcD7YBI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/nTjzseraub0/S220/S6301500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407412922554703177.post-899813039938167232</id><published>2010-01-20T04:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T05:29:51.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>At the edge of breaking down</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have been lazy to blog recently. So this will be my very first post for 2010 and sadly it is taking a pessimistic start. Well as 2010 approaches, everyone set their resolutions and have sanguine expectations for their near future. In the contrary, I was uncertain of how would 2010 turned out for me, how would it unfolds itself. Throughout the entire the 2009, I keep telling myself over and over again that I have to give my very best because I do not want a single tinge of regret and remorse feeling to eat me from within. I do not want to look back and ask myself the dreadful question why didnt I do that or what will happen if I did do that. All kind of thoughts will then popping up in my mind picturing the change in my life if I did do that, make that choice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Haih, life is mystifying cryptic with unsolved riddles and puzzles, making me feel ambivalence. Every choice i made, I am actually solving a maze that is mind churning, exhausting, elevating and etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My father has been kind of pushy recently. If I sit in front of the tv for more than one hour, he would give me the stern stare and asked me the 'simple' question: "What are you doing with your life wasting your time in front of the square box?" It just a straight forward question but then I have to pause for seconds to ponder upon it. He does it like almost everyday until I got so fed up and just have the urge to act rebellious, do the opposite of what he want me to!!! Yes, I do slacked at times and I do not deny it but can he stop reminding me of slackness. I am not saying that I dislike what my father is doing as I know he is concern about me but the pressure is really building up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As A2 creeps up closer and my AS result being released on next monday, I felt even more insecure. I just do not what to expect. Being too optimistic can be a bad thing as i may be hit with a greater disappointment, let down but if I choose to be pessimistic, then I have to spend the entire week being solemn and doleful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Therefore, the optimum solution is to be modest, take the middle path and save myself from enduring two extreme emotions. :)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Great idea py.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407412922554703177-899813039938167232?l=positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/899813039938167232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407412922554703177&amp;postID=899813039938167232' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407412922554703177/posts/default/899813039938167232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407412922554703177/posts/default/899813039938167232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com/2010/01/at-edge-of-breaking-down.html' title='At the edge of breaking down'/><author><name>Given a Glimpse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407394121735221686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SfrHgcD7YBI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/nTjzseraub0/S220/S6301500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407412922554703177.post-5265402337609390154</id><published>2009-11-21T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T21:34:24.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoorays!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;It was a sigh of relief after handing up my last paper. The entire exam month was torturing, stretching for 5 weeks long. Yeah, now i declared myself free from restraints, books and exams. the week after my exams was packed with activities. I hang out with my bosoms friends, went shopping at Sungei Wang, be a couch potato and read books that was on my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday night, my family and I attended an Art Expo Preview Night at MATRADE. We got invited to attend the opening ceremony by some Datuk. There were many art works by renowned artists around the world, actually most of the participating artists are from Asia. My sister and I were basically just lingering around the gallery with a wine glass in my hand. We will just stop at some random booth, try to figure out what is the artist trying expressing through the painting before we look at its title. Then, we will just laughed at each other ludicrous guessing. Some paintings are conspicuous with its expressions while some are just merely brain teasing. However, we did manage to guess a few correctly. On the other hand, my father did enjoy himself. He just has the flair and appreciation for exquisite arts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was all girls day out for my family except my brother tag along. All of us except my father went for a shopping spree at Sungei Wang, Bukit Bintang Plaza and Lot10. it was a whole new shopping experience for me. With strong shopping intuition, I literally shop till I drop k. I cannot resist the temptation to pamper myself with clothes and shoes. There is a wide range of fashion at an affordable price. There were shops selling all its clothes at a flat price of RM 25 and that just lure me to buy even more. But seriously you have to have an eye for fashion because some of the clothes are seriously 'lala' . Some of the clothes on sale are just not suitable to wear to college or anywhere else besides Sungei Wang. The ladies there dress exotically with thick, gothic makeups. So, my sister and I were happily picking clothes off the shelves while my dear mummy was paying for it. Thank you mummy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, I hang out with Alina and Huei-wen. The initial plan was ice-skating in Sunway Pyramid but not many can turn up so there is a change in plan. it was very sweet and nice of Alina and Huei-wen to come down all the way to Sunway Pyramid so that I join them because Sunway is nearer to my house. Strolling in Sunway aroused a different feeling as we were unfamiliar with the place and shops. We had lunch at Kim Gary and took the opportunity to catch up with one another. Hw and I were exchanging thoughts on modern ladies strategies and approaches to initiate a decision and move. Haha, it was pretty entertaining. Later, we watched 2012. The TGV cinema in Sunway is way much more comfortable than One Utama one. It was full house. The movie was intriguing, triggering my emotions and making me to think what will I do if I was actually in their shoes. Will I repent for my thoughtless acts or finds ways to survive? I think all three of us did shed tears when humanity was put to test. In such predicament, human reveal their true nature. Some will have a magnanimous heart to save mankind while some are just more concern about their own well beings. One thing for sure, money can buy you a ticket to stay alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a safe and enjoyable trip to Shanghai Alina!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204); TEXT-ALIGN: centerfont-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SwjtEBCUkuI/AAAAAAAAAOI/BJySNcd158U/s1600/S6302389.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406832005911712482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SwjtEBCUkuI/AAAAAAAAAOI/BJySNcd158U/s320/S6302389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are always there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then here comes the long awaited A-Levels Night on Saturday. My college A-Levels Night was held at PJ Hilton and the theme was Masquerade. Masquerade gives me a mystifying feeling and impression that a princess always meet her prince in a masquerade ball. Haha, i am too absorb with fairy tales ideas. It was a night to paint the town red for us as we just finished our AS exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the scrumptious buffet, i was practically busy camwhorring and chit chatting. A few of my friends put the effort to get their hair and makeups done at salon. I was feeling lethargic to do so I looked simple and austere. Everyone was charming including the guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204); TEXT-ALIGN: centerfont-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/Swj1x6AgvzI/AAAAAAAAAOY/2fjhtCSYSlY/s1600/S6302413.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406841590392078130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/Swj1x6AgvzI/AAAAAAAAAOY/2fjhtCSYSlY/s320/S6302413.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wan Ping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204); TEXT-ALIGN: centerfont-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204); TEXT-ALIGN: centerfont-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/Swj1zIUsHgI/AAAAAAAAAOo/I2ylIU46m-4/s1600/S6302452.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406841611414674946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/Swj1zIUsHgI/AAAAAAAAAOo/I2ylIU46m-4/s320/S6302452.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gurpreet-she was taken for the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204); TEXT-ALIGN: centerfont-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/Swjaj_zi6rI/AAAAAAAAAOA/XyaqNmKbuSU/s1600/S6302449.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406811664616188594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/Swjaj_zi6rI/AAAAAAAAAOA/XyaqNmKbuSU/s320/S6302449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My maths lecturer, Mr Eng - debonair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;This is seriously hilarious. A wedding was going on as well at the ballroom next to us. There were flows of people at the entire floor. Some of the guests of the wedding regarded Mr Eng as a Hotel attendant ask him direction the ladies, registration counter and others. He was busy showing guests their way around the hotel and we the students were having a good laugh at him. I think the bow tie is the cause. Bow tie is part of a formal wear but bow tie on him totally delivered the wrong message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204); TEXT-ALIGN: centerfont-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SwjajtUTByI/AAAAAAAAAN4/byh3mHt5Us8/s1600/S6302444.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406811659653285666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SwjajtUTByI/AAAAAAAAAN4/byh3mHt5Us8/s320/S6302444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won the second prize for luck draw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Lucky me I won the second prize for lucky draw. I was taking a sip of the my drink when my name was called unexpectedly. Thank god the drink did not spill. Guess what was the prize.............................its a toaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204); TEXT-ALIGN: centerfont-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SwjajOqilqI/AAAAAAAAANw/Ec_HIGCiKjo/s1600/S6302419.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406811651425080994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SwjajOqilqI/AAAAAAAAANw/Ec_HIGCiKjo/s320/S6302419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2009 Batch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204); TEXT-ALIGN: centerfont-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/Swjai9zpbeI/AAAAAAAAANo/NWVTOn0YRmY/s1600/S6302400.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406811646899875298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/Swjai9zpbeI/AAAAAAAAANo/NWVTOn0YRmY/s320/S6302400.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group picture- bella (on the left) is a great dancer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Before the event was concluded, we had an open floor dance. Initially everyone was shy and strongly glued to their seats. As they blast the music and dimmed the lights, the night gone wild!! We whole group of girls were soon on the dance floor jiving our way with the rhythm of the music. It felt like clubbing to me!!! The audacious part was that the Head of A-Level Deparment was seated in the table right in front of the dance floor. The students were dancing while lecturers and invited guests were the audience. I think they craved to dance like us as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/Swj1ylZdCTI/AAAAAAAAAOg/-DFDLsQ7lLQ/s1600/S6302423.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406841602039417138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/Swj1ylZdCTI/AAAAAAAAAOg/-DFDLsQ7lLQ/s320/S6302423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did had a whale of time!! All too soon it comes to and end. Tomorrow, my classes for semester 3 will begin. I have class from 9am to 6.30pm on Monday. Long hours of absorbing and digesting imparted knowledge again So much about celebrating the freedom attained after exams. Its time to divert my attention back to my studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adigos then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407412922554703177-5265402337609390154?l=positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5265402337609390154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407412922554703177&amp;postID=5265402337609390154' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407412922554703177/posts/default/5265402337609390154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407412922554703177/posts/default/5265402337609390154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/hoorays.html' title='Hoorays!!!'/><author><name>Given a Glimpse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407394121735221686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SfrHgcD7YBI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/nTjzseraub0/S220/S6301500.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SwjtEBCUkuI/AAAAAAAAAOI/BJySNcd158U/s72-c/S6302389.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407412922554703177.post-1612194473605283286</id><published>2009-11-04T04:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T06:38:53.549-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dilema'/><title type='text'>Just Not My Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today was an arduous day both mentally and physically. Everything seemed so wrong since beginning of day. It was as though i got down on the wrong side of the bed. Ahhhhh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A series of unfortunate events unfold after I found out that I forgotten to bring my examination docket. Without the docket, I am not allowed to enter the examination hall. I only realised my careless act at around 8.40am when my economics paper was at 9.30am. My heart stopped beating and I stunted like for a few seconds before regained consciousness. I immediately call the adminstrator and informed her about my current predicament. Thank god I have the adminstrator mobile number. Its always good to get to know those office staffs. So, at around 9.15pm, I managed to get a copy of the docket and rushed my way to the exam hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was panting when I reached the hall. I was so dissapointed when I flipped open the exam paper. The data response section was ok, but the essay part was not direct at all. My jaw droped after reading through the essay choices. It was like getting a smack in the face. My mood was sort of distorted then. Then, next was statistic paper. I just do not know what else more to said about it. Overall, the paper was ok but i was feeling kinda blue when i was sitting for the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty sombre when I reached home. Lots of thoughts were popping in my minds and I do not why but I just had this bad feeling that things are not going to be alright. I am not sure of my future and where am I going to be in few years time. I felt that i was being let down many times and may be its time for me to surrender and just accept life as it is. The entire evening I was being pessimistic. Maybe i shoudnt even have 'big' dreams. I should 'mengukur baju di badan sendiri'. I should be contented with what I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is not a bed or roses and I am well aware of that. However its just so hard to put such outlook to practice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don know. Everything seems ambiguous to me now. Maybe its just a dilema I am facing with myself or something more than that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407412922554703177-1612194473605283286?l=positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1612194473605283286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407412922554703177&amp;postID=1612194473605283286' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407412922554703177/posts/default/1612194473605283286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407412922554703177/posts/default/1612194473605283286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-not-my-day.html' title='Just Not My Day'/><author><name>Given a Glimpse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407394121735221686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SfrHgcD7YBI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/nTjzseraub0/S220/S6301500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407412922554703177.post-8177143115455835397</id><published>2009-09-23T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T23:09:26.186-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guity'/><title type='text'>Guilty Conscientious</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;This feeling is so unbearable. Oh my god, I wasted most of this holidays seated in front of the BLACK BOX. I should have been working my ass out by instead I choose to be a couch potato. I always comfort myself saying that my act of watching tv is a way to distress my mind and that is such a big lie to myself in every single way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I better put a stop to the hideous lie I put up with to explain my shameful act. All of that drama and conflicts within myself have to come to an end at this very moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I should spend my one week holidays with no regret!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407412922554703177-8177143115455835397?l=positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8177143115455835397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407412922554703177&amp;postID=8177143115455835397' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407412922554703177/posts/default/8177143115455835397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407412922554703177/posts/default/8177143115455835397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com/2009/09/guilty-conscientious.html' title='Guilty Conscientious'/><author><name>Given a Glimpse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407394121735221686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SfrHgcD7YBI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/nTjzseraub0/S220/S6301500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407412922554703177.post-1497740149721414450</id><published>2009-09-19T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T23:48:43.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Light House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SrXPQCTjr4I/AAAAAAAAANY/ryNdOaCQKRs/s1600-h/8426_1164647807929_1579907012_30396788_3606935_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SrXPQCTjr4I/AAAAAAAAANY/ryNdOaCQKRs/s320/8426_1164647807929_1579907012_30396788_3606935_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383436803995053954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big group pics with the lecturers as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;A-Level Club organized a visit to an orphanage home is Bangsar last Saturday.  I was excited about this trip but felt inferior too because this is my first time visiting an orphanage home, interacting with them personally. Lots of thoughts were in my mind the night before the visit as I am trying to figure out how should I react with them to avoid them feeling being sympathize and vulnerable. I just did not want the children or teenagers there to feel unfortunate just because i am way much more fortunate than them. My mission there is to bring cheer and joy to their day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SrW-8hu1neI/AAAAAAAAAMo/EjAUMCf3EJI/s1600-h/8426_1164639767728_1579907012_30396719_615523_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SrW-8hu1neI/AAAAAAAAAMo/EjAUMCf3EJI/s320/8426_1164639767728_1579907012_30396719_615523_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383418876647546338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cheese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;And I did complete my mission with my head held high. The entire A-levels students and the children were having  a whale of time. We introduced ourselves to them and then we all sang very meaningful song "Sing" by the carpenters. I got to carry young kids as young as 1 years old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The children there are very different in a good way from the usual children I come across. When you stare into their eyes, it reflects their innocent but also their depth of understanding. There is no sound of tears throughout the entire morning. You wont get the annoying high pitch cries and hysteric screams They are so understanding for their age to compromise. They queeued up when we were distributing party packs, the young ones would politely ask for our help to open their party packs instead of them forcing it to open themselves spilling the foods all over the floor. Its just such a different scence there. Even though they were all smiles the entire day, they do have untold stories behind their closet. Once you listen to their overwhelming, thrilling, ups and downs life story, you will come to a realisation that we just pale in comparission mentally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Here is a real life story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;This little girl is cute, adorable in every way but she has not open her mouth to say a word since her two years stay in the orphanage. Her name is Nancy and she had a harsh early childhood that led her to stay silence ever since. Nobody know why. All she seek is just attention and love from anyone. She love to be hugged and cuddled in arms and thats is the world to her. This is the power of 'HUG'. When she gets familiar with you, she will attach to you and cling on you for the entire day. Thats is her way of marking her teritory as she is proud to announce that you belong to her. You may not understand but since the children don get personal attention as we do in our homes, having someone to carry them, hug them and cuddle them is what they desire badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;This trip is a wake-up call for me in everyway. I am so ashame of myself complaining not having this and that, and not looking like miss wannabee. Sometimes I tend to be oblivious towards my surrounding in this paper chase life. I just aim for achievements after achievements and lost the very basic sense of human touch which have kept us all intact and close. All those rants are so immature now after a day spent with the orphans. I should be feeling gratitude for being blissful in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Appreciate life as there will never be tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SrW-943v3KI/AAAAAAAAAM4/929V1Y8obXY/s1600-h/8426_1164650407994_1579907012_30396822_4180232_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SrW-943v3KI/AAAAAAAAAM4/929V1Y8obXY/s320/8426_1164650407994_1579907012_30396822_4180232_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383418900038802594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The children sang us a farewell song before we left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407412922554703177-1497740149721414450?l=positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1497740149721414450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407412922554703177&amp;postID=1497740149721414450' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407412922554703177/posts/default/1497740149721414450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407412922554703177/posts/default/1497740149721414450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com/2009/09/light-house.html' title='Light House'/><author><name>Given a Glimpse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407394121735221686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SfrHgcD7YBI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/nTjzseraub0/S220/S6301500.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SrXPQCTjr4I/AAAAAAAAANY/ryNdOaCQKRs/s72-c/8426_1164647807929_1579907012_30396788_3606935_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407412922554703177.post-9057435197642913934</id><published>2009-08-22T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T07:51:29.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Wrong Does Make One Right</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;I am so sorry for leaving my blog idle for quite a while. Thanks Mun Wai and Siew Ming to be loyal fans of my blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;The most happening event in my life for the past 1 month is that..................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;I got my LICENSE already!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I can drive finally!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;I was like on clouds nine when i found out i passed. I just wanted to scream my lungs out at the driving circuit. I was grinning from ears to ears ever since then till I reached home. Haha, the tangled web of emotions is just hard to put into words to be exact. I sigh a great relief after I managed to do the three pointer. It seems to me passing a driving test is not as easy as one may thinks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;I failed when i sat for it the first time. I was so excited, all ready for the driving test. My lucky number was 8 and was among the few first to do 'bukit'. It was not a pleasant scene to those before me being failed, being asked to get down of the car and proceed to 'jalan raya'. So basically, the anxiety was begining to build up within me. Neverhteless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;, Lady Luck &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;was not shining at me that day. I managed to park the tyre inside the yellow box but when my car went backwards more than 50% when I let go the handbrake. Poor body coordination and being too nervous were the culprit for my failed drving test. However, I did managed to pass jalan raya. Yeah for me for at least managed to get one part right. Haha, comforting myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;I cant wait to lay my hand on the steering wheel when I get my P license next week. I can go for outing more frquently then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Next upcoming event is I am having my A-Levels trials next week. Therefrore, this week was hectic with lots of extra tutorial classes. I just had replacement classes today from 9am to 4pm. My stress level is basically rising now so wish me good luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Thats basically it. A brief and conscise description of happenings for last month. Nothing much happened besides the boring, mundane daily routine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Good luck to others too who are about to sit for trials and Happy Holiday to those on term break!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Take care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407412922554703177-9057435197642913934?l=positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/9057435197642913934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407412922554703177&amp;postID=9057435197642913934' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407412922554703177/posts/default/9057435197642913934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407412922554703177/posts/default/9057435197642913934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com/2009/08/one-wrong-does-make-one-right.html' title='One Wrong Does Make One Right'/><author><name>Given a Glimpse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407394121735221686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SfrHgcD7YBI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/nTjzseraub0/S220/S6301500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407412922554703177.post-5447001636995259638</id><published>2009-07-19T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T05:52:51.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talent Night</title><content type='html'>Malam Bakat this year was a blast and great. The crowd was there, PA system improved and the perfomance was so much more interesting with lots of variety. Variety is the spices of life. That night was a melting pot and everyone just lay back, relax and jive. I was taken aback when a gropu of guy and girls performed Tango as I thought the school disallowed and forbided touch-touch dances. This was not the only groups, many groups did the same and the outfits this year were stunnig especially the balerinas' tutu. It was shinning and sparkling from afar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I watched the ballerinas swaying across the stage with their graceful dance steps, i cant help wondering why didnt I thought of learning ballet before this and be as graceful as them. That is my favourite performance for the night!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360170568846501810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SmMmu6OZZ7I/AAAAAAAAALw/il8bWolzDuM/s320/S6302090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me, Fioney and Sue Yen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It has been so long since i last met Fion and Sue yen. They are both actually my loyal tutions friends during the school days. We used to attend edusmart tutions together and we never fail to find a topic to chat about. Thanks Fion for dedicating a post to me in her blog. I will always remember your friend Mr M and you. Did I mention that i think Sue Yen looked fabulousa with her new haircut. I could not really recognised her at first. Trust me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360170579707025538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SmMmvirv2II/AAAAAAAAAMA/HUqAG2b1Av8/s320/S6302120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;A group picture with Pn Lee Tsock Wah, Pn Leow and Pn Lee Siok Kim &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think about it, BUD 4 is awesome in many aspects. We have singer with melodious voice and some giving you goosebumps, cheerleaders emerging as champions with their poms-poms, dedicated teachers, supportive parents and brainiacs to keep BUD 4 traditions and history living.&lt;/div&gt;I am so proud to be part of this marvellous school once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SmMmv6DRbPI/AAAAAAAAAMI/2aGrXNa34x8/s1600-h/S6302105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360170585979710706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SmMmv6DRbPI/AAAAAAAAAMI/2aGrXNa34x8/s320/S6302105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Still best friends despite being distant apart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alina is so nice and kind, always allowing me to drop by at her house to shower before most of the outings as Bandar Utama is quite a distance from my house and it is a total waste of time to go back home after college. She and Qing Xian was seriously enjoying themsleves shouting at the tip of their voices for almost all the performance which kinda live up the atmosphere around us. One funny incident is that the row in front of us were shouting 'Guang Yao' but Qing Xian mistakenly thought it was 'One more' and she shouted it out loud. When she found out she was pulling in the wrong direction, she came up with a name Sally to cover up from embarassment. Then Alina said:" Oh Qing Xian you want us to call you Sally from now onwards?" It was even more hilarious if you were there on the spot because the cover up did not work that well after all. We did have a good laugh about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SmMmvEG_F1I/AAAAAAAAAL4/2fgxJ3xpQjo/s1600-h/S6302093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360170571499771730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SmMmvEG_F1I/AAAAAAAAAL4/2fgxJ3xpQjo/s320/S6302093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yah, congratulation to Wei Lin for being a JPA sholarship recipents. Good luck studying in AIMST!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360170591549050386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SmMmwOzGzhI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/qBUHrXoNlfc/s320/S6302107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;A family reunion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the Form Five performed, I cant help to have a nostalgia for my secondary school days. Nostalgia paints a smile on the stony face of the past. A mixture of emotions started to pour in. Despite being in college with a hectic schedule, i do miss those days wearing school uniforms and waiting for the recess bell to ring. If had been so long since i go for a recess. College don really have recess, no paked food from home to share with friends. It is only now I come to realisation that I actually miss and rekindle my high school years but the irony is when i was in secondary school, I could not wait to be in college and enjoy the freedom dress code and time. How funny and silly of me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360171615726495218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SmMnr2KCZfI/AAAAAAAAAMY/NQkywYmS81o/s320/S6302124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last but not least, thank you daddy for driving all the way down from Shah Alam just to pick me up and waited around 20 minutes for me just so that i could let my hair down being in the accompanion of my friends. I did have a whale of time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Till then, good night&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407412922554703177-5447001636995259638?l=positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5447001636995259638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407412922554703177&amp;postID=5447001636995259638' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407412922554703177/posts/default/5447001636995259638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407412922554703177/posts/default/5447001636995259638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/talent-night.html' title='Talent Night'/><author><name>Given a Glimpse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407394121735221686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SfrHgcD7YBI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/nTjzseraub0/S220/S6301500.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SmMmu6OZZ7I/AAAAAAAAALw/il8bWolzDuM/s72-c/S6302090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407412922554703177.post-805657242479881291</id><published>2009-07-18T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T06:39:56.403-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>The Chosen One</title><content type='html'>Yes! Yes! I watched Harry Potter and the Half blood Prince on the second day of its premire. Thanks Jia Min for getting tickets for us. Jia sms me on friday morning which was pretty last minute but i manage to juggle my time so i joined them for the movie. My sister tagged along as she is a major crazy fan of Harry Potter and cant wait for another day to watch the moviie. The movie starts at 5pm. Ya, so i was pretty fatigue when i reached one utama as my class just ended at 4pm and all the rush just wear me out. I even thought of closing my eyes during the advertisement before the movie starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO no i did not get a chance to do so. The movie was about to start when we entered as Alina kept us waiting for her. I was so wrong. I was not sleepy at all, my eyes were bright and fresh and i was all up watching the movie. Personally I love book 7 and book 6 as most of the mystery and secrets are being revealed. The actors emphasized tense moments by being histronic which results the audience being tense and anxious. Love was also blooming and sparkling among the main actors. Love is in the air!!! The movie was both good fighting evil and also letting emotions take it own course. The movie was approximately 3 hours long and it did not feel so long when i was watching the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alina was very cute when we were watching the movie. She grabbed my hand so tightly and when watching the horror sacry scene. Haha, thank god she did not grab Qing Lin who was sitted on the other side. I cant help wondering what if it did happen. Silly me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better not write in details and let the cat out of the bad as many people have not watch the movie. Go watch it if you can allocate time!!! Trust me......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In summary, thumbs up to J.K Rowling for her putting her ample imagination and creativity into words which put readers imaginations to work. I love Harry Potter series!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, i was not feeling well after the movie and had a slight fever. Credits to the hazy weather and i was kinda feeling warm. I took my bath at about 10pm once i reachd home. My head felt kinda heavy and hit the hay as early as 11pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not a perfect day but at least i got to watch to movie i loved with my friends&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407412922554703177-805657242479881291?l=positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/805657242479881291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407412922554703177&amp;postID=805657242479881291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407412922554703177/posts/default/805657242479881291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407412922554703177/posts/default/805657242479881291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/he-should-not-be-named.html' title='The Chosen One'/><author><name>Given a Glimpse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407394121735221686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SfrHgcD7YBI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/nTjzseraub0/S220/S6301500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407412922554703177.post-6878849949250323836</id><published>2009-06-25T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T09:00:06.754-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='famiy'/><title type='text'>Beijing Here I Come</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SkOZaGx8w2I/AAAAAAAAALg/g8CPijeKYkU/s1600-h/S6301914.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;During my first week of semester holidays, my family and I went for holidays at the capital of China, Beijing. I was pretty amazed by Beijing. It still remain its cultural heritage despite undergoing rapid development and modenisation. Anyway, my family departed from Malaysia on the 10th of June (Wednesday) at 5.30 in the morning. I was pretty excited as it will be a long flight journey of 6 hours. We arrived at 3 in the evening. Yah, it was troublesome to get a cab because some drivers were trying to cut our throat as we were not following tours. We did not join tour as my dad does not like to be in rush when visiting places and like to enjoy the serene of those palces at his own pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;First Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was pretty late when we reached our hotel. The rest of the night was spent enjoying Beijing finger-licking good Peking Duck, strolling around and bought stuffs for the journey tomorrow. Nothing interesting happened on the first day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351261258816574834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SkN_w0ASVXI/AAAAAAAAAJY/cNMa3Qap58Y/s320/S6301780.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The restaurant we ate Peking Duck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Second Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We joined a one day tour. The places in the list are Ming Tomb and Great Wall of China. The Ming Tomb was so grand. There were 12 zodiac animals guarding the pathway leading to the tomb. I think the emperor is fear of intruders and disturbance during his afterlife. Haha, even the mighty is fearful after his death. As usual, there was a shrine hall which can fit hundreds of people where ceremonies to pray to heaven god took place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351261266865560610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SkN_xR_UHCI/AAAAAAAAAJg/8XHFNLtUz9I/s320/S6301785.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;In front of the shrine hall of the tomb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351261271321070290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SkN_xillytI/AAAAAAAAAJo/RoV168gBPE8/s320/S6301788.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I think my dad and the Ming emperor look pretty alike. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;They have a tummy and a round face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny part was we have to cross this small gate near the exit and say "Wo Men Hui Lai Le". It is a superstitious belief but i just followed as I would not want to leave my soul behind in the 'another' world. The belief was when we enterthe emperor's kingdom in another world we visited his world and before we leave we are supposely to notify him that we are back to our world. That was exactly what i was told by the tour guide.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351261285428406674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SkN_yXJCqZI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/iazKS1cTB7E/s320/S6301814.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A family of 5. How lovely!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;China ppl always stare at us and shock that our family has 3 children. Haha, we gained attention everywhere in China&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351278140926153442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SkOPHew3UuI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/mV16QAFeXXQ/s320/S6301831.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Great Wall standing firmly after many years of coarsen under the rain and shine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aftera filling lunch, the next agenda is Great Wall of China. I laid my foot and trod on one of the seven wonders of the world. Yah, millions of people must have did the same thing to. The sun was glaring as my siblings and I climbed the flights of stairs. I put on my sunglasses and hat as my cheeks were getting red after exposed under the sun. My brother was the superman who was leading. He was overwhelmed to reach one of the watch house. My sister accompanied me and we climbed slowly but not as slow as a tortoise of course. My mum stayed at the hill base while my dad decided that it was enough and stopped when he was at the first watch house. The three of us achieved better that our parents as we stopped at the second watch house. The watch houses are a distant from each other.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351278124130249938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SkOPGgMaLNI/AAAAAAAAAKA/DPzHas_Z_fE/s320/S6301820.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They look cute doing the peace sign. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351278147232458770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SkOPH2QZ6BI/AAAAAAAAAKY/7leioP0Q-dQ/s320/S6301826.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two stunning lads(perasan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late in the evening, the tour van dropped us at Hutong, an ancient street in Beijing. The scenery there was picturesque with alake in the middle and on both sides were old ancient buildings. We visited the entire place by sitting on a trishaws which was good to me as i do not need to walk that much. Dinner was Mongolian foods where the servings are unique in their own way but one thing for sure i was not used eating them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351278153385112866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SkOPINLT9SI/AAAAAAAAAKg/T5PlOvrcRTQ/s320/S6301858.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Third Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351285659626492002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SkOV9IGt0GI/AAAAAAAAAKo/luj9bR3ByLI/s320/S6301860.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In front of Tianamen Square&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The public transport in Beijing is very eficient. Thunbs up for the government. We have no problem in mobility as the the subway reacheds every part of Beijing. Forgotten to mention that 12 millions of people are living in Beijing. So you can imagine us squeezing in the subway with the locals during peak hours. Yah so we took a subway train to Forbidden City. The train ticket only costs RMB 2. How cheap is that?? I was ecstatic to visit Forbiden City because the royals used to live in it many centuries ago and it is located at the centre of the Earth. As a Chinese, of course I am proud with China long history, cultures and traditions. Being able to enter and witness the structure of the palace put me in a state of euphoria. This is my first time to China and I always watch Forbidden City from afar through documentray shows. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351285665525189106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SkOV9eFEyfI/AAAAAAAAAKw/u_spo9cChw0/s320/S6301865.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Awesome dad to bring us on this trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;There was the major hall where the emperor meets with the misters and advisors early in the morning. It was spacious and the royal emperor's seat was coated with gold and a flight of stairs leading to his seat. It is exactly like what we see on movies. The place is a few acre vast. I have to experince it to believe it. No wonder some concubines did not even meet the emperor their entire life because the whole palace is like a maze. Their is the West Palace, East Palace and etc. One thing for sure i love the weather in Beijing. Even though it is summer, but it is not as hot and humid as Malaysia weather. I didnt even sweat the whole day walking and you don feel sleepy at all. There are cool breeze to ease our journeys of walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351285677844330306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SkOV-L-L90I/AAAAAAAAALA/lbxXFBxKLAg/s320/S6301897.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;A picture taken in the garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;At late in the evening, we took the subway once again and headed all the to the North of Beijing to visit the Birdnest and Water Cube which were made well-known after the Olympic in 2008. It was very windy and beside the stadiums is a 7star hotel The shape of the building looks like a dragon flying in midair. How cool is that? A 7star hotel. I will be one the room guest in the future. Definately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351289458596744242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SkOZaQXzjDI/AAAAAAAAALo/5jxrLOFq0iE/s320/S6301918.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;One world, one dream, one family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351285679010232210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SkOV-QUKN5I/AAAAAAAAALI/fsdnca3bTCc/s320/S6301907.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Taking picture with the Bird Nest stadium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351289452049566802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SkOZZ3-1jFI/AAAAAAAAALY/nC7-B5Xxc9o/s320/S6301913.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice harmony colour of the Water Cube&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351289442834769618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SkOZZVp25tI/AAAAAAAAALQ/lDaPoKCRSnc/s320/S6301916.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad and mum with the 7star hotel behind them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I will continue the other remaining 4 days in the next blog. There are lots of things to write for a one week holiday. Lazy to write in details so i guess my description of the trip is pretty conscisely.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Good night then&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7407412922554703177-6878849949250323836?l=positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6878849949250323836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407412922554703177&amp;postID=6878849949250323836' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407412922554703177/posts/default/6878849949250323836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407412922554703177/posts/default/6878849949250323836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/beijing-here-i-come.html' title='Beijing Here I Come'/><author><name>Given a Glimpse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407394121735221686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SfrHgcD7YBI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/nTjzseraub0/S220/S6301500.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SkN_w0ASVXI/AAAAAAAAAJY/cNMa3Qap58Y/s72-c/S6301780.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407412922554703177.post-1127304468246731167</id><published>2009-06-08T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T04:03:19.633-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gender'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fate'/><title type='text'>Equality</title><content type='html'>I am so frustrated now. There is a ball of fire in me which i can no longer suppress in me. After so many years of revolution, I still cant believe that there is still inequality among men and women!!! What is wrong with the world? We can accept the fact that the earth is round even though people in the early century thought that the earth is square, we can invent planes to fly us way above the ground but we cannot have equality among men and women. Why is that women are always place  at disadvantage. Are we wrongly interpreted as weaklings because we are gentle, graceful and not physically strong as men? Or is it because of the custom that girls should always keep their mouth shut and do as what they are told??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching a documentary about the life of women in India. I gave a deep thought about this topic. OH my god!! Girls in India are pitiful and live a miserable life to the extreme. As soon as a child is born families and society begin the process of gendering. The birth of the son is celebrated, the birth of a daughter filled with pain; sons are showered with love, respect, better food and proper health care. Boys are encouraged to be tough and outgoing; girls are encouraged to be homebound and shy. Having  a daughter in the family is regarded as disgraceful and demeaning. Many infant baby girls are burned to death even before they are one month old. What idiotic parents will do so??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears started welling up my eyes when i heard this widow saying this: " I miss my children and I have not seen them for 20 years. Maybe they thought i was dead already. This is life." In India, If your husband died, then you will be totally isolated by the entire society because they regard widows as unlucky, jinx and bring bad luck to anyone who were to approach them. Therefore, all the widows in india will stay together in a centre after being chase out of their homes. They are not finacially independent and thus need to beg on the streets just to earn a living. Some were so desperate to survive that they sell themselves as prostitute just to live from hand to mouth. What hurts more is that there were girls as young as 20 years old being a widow and lost the freedom to lead a normal life. Young girls in India do marry to man as old 60 years old which can be their grandfathers. If they are unlucky and their old husbands passed away, then their fate is sealed. How preposterous and absurd is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know whether to admire them or think that they are plain naive because they just accept life and fate as it is without trying fight back. A lady was interviewed to tell more her state of life. And guess what she said.... I am vulnerable and all i can do is to pray to god and accept my life. Thank god I am not born in India where customs and traditions are so strongly rooted in the society. Glad that i was given a fair chance to receive education, voice my opinion, get to day 'I do' to the person I love and not being explioted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just pray that those women suffering in silience will get their voices heard soon by the world because no one have the right to treat others at such a cruel and senseless way. In India, borned as a girl means that you will have no say in the society and men can just push you around. That is literally putting an end to a girl's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Equality.............How true is it in India??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407412922554703177-1127304468246731167?l=positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1127304468246731167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407412922554703177&amp;postID=1127304468246731167' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407412922554703177/posts/default/1127304468246731167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407412922554703177/posts/default/1127304468246731167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/equality.html' title='Equality'/><author><name>Given a Glimpse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407394121735221686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SfrHgcD7YBI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/nTjzseraub0/S220/S6301500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407412922554703177.post-8134862105443725509</id><published>2009-05-24T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T08:30:46.602-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving test'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='possing'/><title type='text'>Sanguine Expectations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Beep' Beep', my phone received a sms from huei-wen. She is asking me out for karoke at One Utama. How much I wanted to say yes but my conscientious is telling me that I will remorse badly for making this decisions as my semester examination is round the corner. What i am trying to say is that my guilty consensus will be eating me from within once come back from karoke not that i wont be having a whale of time with my friends. Besides that, my study plans for the weekend wont be feasible too. Will side track eventually. Trust me, being around them is terrific and their benevolent smiles and laughters are contageous. Hope they did have a great time. Anyway, I took my undang-undang computer test the very next morning. Therfore, my schedule for saturday will be hectic and only sunday was left to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alina and I took the the undang-undang test together!! Glad to be accompany by her because it will definately be boring just being alone. Some people may feel best being left alone but i certainly don. No man is an isolated island but they are exceptions. I was at wits end when i was scored 42/50 for the trial test i did while waiting to enter the room. I am right at the border of failing, a slight mistake or misfortunes and I have to pay RM 50 to sit again and my mum wont be happy about this. However, things turned out for the better during the real test. I was checking all the 50 quetions from the beginning to the end for the last 20 minitues and only submit my answers at the last 4 minutes. Are you curious to know what was my scorce and Alina' scorce???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I got 47/50 and Alina got 45/50!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;We both passed and were exchanging smiles. Sadly a guy who came with us failed, 40/50. Later, waited for my parents at Alina's house. Her mum's tomato rice was scrumptious. I even asked for the recipe to try it out myself at home. You should try it&lt;br /&gt;yourself when you have the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was a rewarding for me. i scored highest in Maths test and I did modelling around the school for a magazine, PC. Com!!! Actually not the modelling like America Next Top Model. Just possed according to their insrtructions around the college Never heard of this magazines but the pictures will be in the next month june issue. Its a magazine which promotes to readers the latest gadgets in town. Yah, I did poss with the latest Accer (not sure of the brand) laptop. The whole photo taking took one a half hour. My check was stiff and ached after all the smilling. Maybe it is trivial matters to others but I am glad i was given a chance by the college to just model for a day for a section in a magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I told my mum about this, her reaction was "Why did you do free modelling for the magazine" "Dont you get anything??" Yah I dont get anything in return. Just a free copy of next month issue. Haha.......my mum's reaction was so unexpected. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everything was according to plan this weekend. Hope I wont have monday blues tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Good night&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407412922554703177-8134862105443725509?l=positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8134862105443725509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407412922554703177&amp;postID=8134862105443725509' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407412922554703177/posts/default/8134862105443725509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407412922554703177/posts/default/8134862105443725509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/sanguine-expectations.html' title='Sanguine Expectations'/><author><name>Given a Glimpse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407394121735221686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SfrHgcD7YBI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/nTjzseraub0/S220/S6301500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407412922554703177.post-1632704157477088959</id><published>2009-05-18T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T07:56:07.892-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self-realization'/><title type='text'>Race Against Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Semester exam is in 2 weeks time!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I really got to give myself a hard wake up call and not take a smooth sail on life!!! Life isn't just a bed of roses. I hope I dont have to learn it the hard way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Come on Pei Ying!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Time and tide wait for no man...................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407412922554703177-1632704157477088959?l=positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1632704157477088959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407412922554703177&amp;postID=1632704157477088959' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407412922554703177/posts/default/1632704157477088959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407412922554703177/posts/default/1632704157477088959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/race-against-time.html' title='Race Against Time'/><author><name>Given a Glimpse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407394121735221686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SfrHgcD7YBI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/nTjzseraub0/S220/S6301500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407412922554703177.post-1083336426761278073</id><published>2009-05-01T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T04:23:29.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Possing</title><content type='html'>I brought my camera to college and took a few snaps only. Most snaps are very random. Anyway just going to post a few and briefly blog about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SfrYoYktuqI/AAAAAAAAAJI/DZjFDDVgYgY/s1600-h/S6301657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330811297249213090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SfrYoYktuqI/AAAAAAAAAJI/DZjFDDVgYgY/s400/S6301657.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From left: Wan Ping, Gurpreet, Sing Weng and mua &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Staring up at the ceiling bcause were tired with the usual formal poss. Doesn't Sing Weng's &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shrit looks like a colourful rainbow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&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/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SfrYoHBNJxI/AAAAAAAAAJA/orekmPyCN9Q/s1600-h/S6301656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330811292536874770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SfrYoHBNJxI/AAAAAAAAAJA/orekmPyCN9Q/s400/S6301656.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All Girls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From Left: Laura, me, Gurpreet and Ying Ying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SfrYn7wbf3I/AAAAAAAAAI4/jOA85V52rCI/s1600-h/S6301653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330811289513721714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SfrYn7wbf3I/AAAAAAAAAI4/jOA85V52rCI/s400/S6301653.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some of our classmates think that we were friends since secondary school!!! Haha,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we only know each other for 4 months!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SfrYnhs6iWI/AAAAAAAAAIw/KFtMDuk2FeQ/s1600-h/S6301652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330811282519656802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SfrYnhs6iWI/AAAAAAAAAIw/KFtMDuk2FeQ/s400/S6301652.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We always discuss homework together and she is my maths partner. Our name is similiar too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I am Pei Ying (PY) and she is Ying Ying (YY/Y2). Our friends always call our names wrongly because of slip of tongue.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407412922554703177-1083336426761278073?l=positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1083336426761278073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407412922554703177&amp;postID=1083336426761278073' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407412922554703177/posts/default/1083336426761278073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407412922554703177/posts/default/1083336426761278073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/bussy-possing.html' title='Busy Possing'/><author><name>Given a Glimpse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407394121735221686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SfrHgcD7YBI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/nTjzseraub0/S220/S6301500.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SfrYoYktuqI/AAAAAAAAAJI/DZjFDDVgYgY/s72-c/S6301657.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407412922554703177.post-5172274736566092316</id><published>2009-04-28T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T08:34:14.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurrays!!!</title><content type='html'>I went for a meeting yesterday at the main campus regarding a hotlink event in my college. To my surprise, I was among the chosen one to be a student leader for the event on this thursday. It is like being a school representative during the lauching of Mobile Youth Club by Hotlink at my college. I felt so fortunate and of course over the moon because it was as though i was given privilege to shine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This upcoming event on thursday is sponsered by the Hotlink. Basically Hotlink has refurnished our student lounge with their latest gadgets and services. So this Thursday will be the official day for the lanch of this Mobile Youth Club. From the person-in-charge, I got to know that there will be press media on the day because my college is the pioneer to be having the Mobile Youth Club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for tomorrow because the other student leaders and I will be meeting up with the hotlink staffs for arrangements and discussion. I hope everything will turn out great on Thursday!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407412922554703177-5172274736566092316?l=positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5172274736566092316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407412922554703177&amp;postID=5172274736566092316' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407412922554703177/posts/default/5172274736566092316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407412922554703177/posts/default/5172274736566092316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/hurrays.html' title='Hurrays!!!'/><author><name>Given a Glimpse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407394121735221686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SfrHgcD7YBI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/nTjzseraub0/S220/S6301500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407412922554703177.post-4609588750233849999</id><published>2009-04-25T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T00:02:40.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All Girls Night Out</title><content type='html'>Friday was a perfect and long anticpated day for me. I was in a good mood that whole day becase after friday is a long weekend and there is special event going on that night!!! Yes, you are right!!! There is a all girls night out for me. I hanged out with my friends and we all did stuffs which we never had a chance to do when we were in high school. We all dressed to impressed with our contact lenses on. Wearing glasses just don match the theme of the night. Forget to mention, the theme of the night is 'Relax and Have Fun" We all met up in one of my friends house. Then off we go heading towards our destination to enjoy the night life of the city. All of us giggled in the car on our way their. All of us were looking forward to this very night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girls friend for that night is Huei-Wen, Alina, Hui Ling, Qing Xian and Audrey. We actually enjoyed the night life by having a swim at Qing Xian's apartment pool. I was early so I dropped by and waited at alina's house. I watched her so wide and clear flat screen tv and ate Tim Tan biscuits. Alina and her mum was so nice to me that I didnt feel awkward at all. Hui Ling later call and join us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our swim at the Second floor swimming pool because we wanted privacy and was hoping we dont bump into anyone we know because we will be in our swimsuits except me. I didnt bring mine. Without fail we always take pictures of us possing as a model or just some random pose. Then we line up by the side of the pool getting ready to jump into the pool at the count of three. The funny part is after the count reached 3, no one jump except Huei-wen. Then later only we joined her in the pool. We wanted to swim to lose weight however our plan failed. I just swam a few laps then got tired and started chit-chatting with them. I think only Qing xian keep to the lose weight plan because she did swim a few lap more than all of us. Fast swimmer indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After bathe, we went to Mamak Stall to pack out dinner. We planned to have our dinner by the pool side so that we can laugh out loud without ppl giving us a weird look. The leaves were rustling. My hair was all frizzy because of the srong breeze which was cooling in a way. I was loathed with foods after exercising in the pool. Later was the best part of the day. We open up our feelings and had a heart-to-heart talk. We shared about our problems in college and anything we find funny. Qing Xian and Hui Ling told a very hilarious story and we were all ears up. Haha, will always remember the tone and facial expression of Qing Xian when she said "his..........is very TIGHT".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad I can make it for the swim. So thrilled to see Alina and she looked in the pink. This gives me an opportunity to keep myself updated with the life of my fiends. Yah, have a brief discussion with Audrey regarding SAT exam. So thats all for our simple version of All Girls Night Out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sorry I don have any pics with me. Huei-wen please do send me those marvellous pics we took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;NO LIFE IS ORDINARY&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/7407412922554703177-4609588750233849999?l=positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4609588750233849999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407412922554703177&amp;postID=4609588750233849999' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407412922554703177/posts/default/4609588750233849999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407412922554703177/posts/default/4609588750233849999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/all-girls-night-out.html' title='All Girls Night Out'/><author><name>Given a Glimpse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407394121735221686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SfrHgcD7YBI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/nTjzseraub0/S220/S6301500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407412922554703177.post-5846533625644223469</id><published>2009-04-11T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T10:14:04.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>Oh my god!!! It is almost 1.00 am in the morning and I am here sitting in front of the computer writing random stuffs. Can you believe it?? Pei Ying not asleep yet at such hour. I remebered that I was always the one who could not stay awake after the clock stroke twelve. Thats  why I missed the emo night on form four when the others have a whale of time playing 'ice and fire' and sleeping under the stars. Ahhhh!!! Envy of them. Thank god i didnt miss the emo night on Form 5. Wonder when will the next emo night will be???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories flashed back today as I walked in the school hallway. As i was walking, I thought of someone without even realising. Those good and bad memories began to tell its stories. Stories which I kept and locked away somewhere in my memories. Hope i do not need to feel this way and ever confront that little moster who flies like a butterfly but sting like a bee. These little monsters taught me to always do a reality check because what i have in mind may be a far cry form reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why so emo. Maybe just want to put my thoughts into words. Summary of the day, I went to school for Hari Anugerah Cemerlang and met up with my group of friends. Hanging out with the is also a way to release stress. Will blog about the details later. I guess i have to hit the hay because there are lots of stuffs need to be done tomorrow. I hope everything can be completed by tomorrow and do not want to procrastinate because procrastination is the theft of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night then!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407412922554703177-5846533625644223469?l=positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5846533625644223469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407412922554703177&amp;postID=5846533625644223469' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407412922554703177/posts/default/5846533625644223469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407412922554703177/posts/default/5846533625644223469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Given a Glimpse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407394121735221686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SfrHgcD7YBI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/nTjzseraub0/S220/S6301500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407412922554703177.post-6410784537464062597</id><published>2009-04-03T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T06:58:25.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughter</title><content type='html'>Laughter is the best medicine. Trust me. I felt so much more better after having a great laugh at even the lamest or silliest stuffs. Bursting into laughter is like charging myself up after a long day at college. Thats why I always look forward for lunch break so that i can gather with all my friends in the cafeteria to have lunch together. On wednesday, 9 of us took the shuttle and went to Pizza Hut at Section 14 for lunch. To your surprise, there is only 1 guy out of 9 of us. He is like the rose anong the thorns or should it be the thorns among the roses. We laugh all the way from college to Pizza Hut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The original plan included only four of us. Then we meet one the March intake students and invited her. She then invited the her other friends and that friends invited another friends. And that is how we end from 4 person to nine person. It is pretty hilarious because we waving to one antother to hurry up to catch the shuttle bus. We even played April Fool jokes on the one and only guy with us by saying that we changed out mind to head back to school for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that afternoon, Alina sms me saying that she missed those days after she watched High School Musical 3. I was at class when I received her sms and memories of those days unfolede itself. How much i missed my bossom friends. Really hope ccan meet them up as soon as possible. My life would not have been so perfect if i hadn't met them&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407412922554703177-6410784537464062597?l=positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6410784537464062597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407412922554703177&amp;postID=6410784537464062597' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407412922554703177/posts/default/6410784537464062597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407412922554703177/posts/default/6410784537464062597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/laughter.html' title='Laughter'/><author><name>Given a Glimpse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407394121735221686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SfrHgcD7YBI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/nTjzseraub0/S220/S6301500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407412922554703177.post-826026830064515958</id><published>2009-03-29T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T00:50:44.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysian Studies Class</title><content type='html'>Last friday i had Malaysian Studies class from 2pm to 5pm. I cannot imagine 3 hours sitting there listening to the sweet soft teacher teaching in front. This friday the class is at another campus because our present classroom has become an exam hall for the seniors to sit their trial examinantions. I didnt join my friend whom took the shuttle bas to this Jalan Barat camopus. Therefore I arrived there in a blur and lost state because I couldnt find the auditorium. Rang up Pavitra who sent Ying Ying to look for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very momment i stepped into the auditorium, i was stunned. The auditorium gives the impression of a Roman Catholic churh. There were just rows and rows of wooden chair, not those modern cushion soft chairs. Haha, i was laughing as i was walking towards my friends. The class was kinda of bored so we played a game on Gurpreet's laptop. Try guessing what game it is..............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played the GAME OF LIFE!! It was so fun playing with them. Some of us took on a challenging career like becoming a rockstar. Pavitra picked that for a try and we laughing our heads off. Eventually we got married and Ying Ying's husband was the best looking among our husbands. We tease throughtout the whole game. Babies came along too soon. I was the first to have babies and there are two of them because I had twins. At the end of the game, I ended up with 3 childrens same as Pavitra wheras Gurpreet and Ying Ying are still enjoying personal space with no intefrence of kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped playing an hour later because the laptop battery was running low. It was raining heavily too that evening. All of us had trouble getting back home and boarding the shuttle bas. I sort of dislike rainy days. Firstly, the highways will be congested and the traffic is heavy. Rainy days also can affect my mood. I felt so gloomy when i was in the car. It is as though i delt the same way as Mother Nature who is shedding tears. When it is raining, there will be an urge to stay in bed and embrace in sleep or just merely do nothing because the weather makes me feel so contended. There is one thing i love about rainy days is that after a heavy downpour, everything looks fresh and new. It is as though Mother Nature showered the earth to give a frest start to everyone. I love to light cold breeze on my face and take deep inhale of the fresh air. It is like a new begining for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY CALISTA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407412922554703177-826026830064515958?l=positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/826026830064515958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407412922554703177&amp;postID=826026830064515958' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407412922554703177/posts/default/826026830064515958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407412922554703177/posts/default/826026830064515958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/malaysian-studies-class.html' title='Malaysian Studies Class'/><author><name>Given a Glimpse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407394121735221686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SfrHgcD7YBI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/nTjzseraub0/S220/S6301500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407412922554703177.post-8218366541867400070</id><published>2009-03-11T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T06:05:58.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhhhhhhhhh!!! SPM results is out now</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I cant believe that in a blink of an eye, it has already been three months since I sat SPM. After two years of hard work, burning midnight oil and always racing with time to have more sleep and not forgetting juggling between schoolwork and tuition. I still remember that I always have a hard time getting up every morning. My mum will be knocking on my door while i reluctantly get out bed with my eyelids have close. Sometimes after she left i will still fall back to sleep. Not forgetting all those stressful and tensed days before  SPM examinations. Those nights where i just cannot get myself to sleep. Its like your thoughts are running free and you start thinking all sorts of things. The more you think, the more worried you are of the exam. I was praying that the agonising week can come to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After so much of studying, reading, memorising and practising, tomorrow is the day where the result for all our hard work will be reveal. 'Reap what you sow' right???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;GOOD LUCK to everyone tomorrow!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Not forgetting, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Qing Xian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;You are officially 18 now. Young lady already!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407412922554703177-8218366541867400070?l=positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8218366541867400070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407412922554703177&amp;postID=8218366541867400070' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407412922554703177/posts/default/8218366541867400070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407412922554703177/posts/default/8218366541867400070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/ahhhhhhhhhh-spm-results-is-out-now.html' title='Ahhhhhhhhhh!!! SPM results is out now'/><author><name>Given a Glimpse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407394121735221686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SfrHgcD7YBI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/nTjzseraub0/S220/S6301500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407412922554703177.post-3524440663901748215</id><published>2009-02-21T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T20:23:40.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Senses Are Deceiving At Times.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girls have a stronger six sense compared to guys. Girls tend to be very sensitive to the surroundings and can be very 'perasan'at times. I know i was. Sometimes I can be very 'perasan' and this very feelings gave me the wrong message. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I once thought that I can trust and have faith in my senses, not our hearing and visual senses. Something more than that-emotional feelings. However my senses definately proves me wrong. After so many years thinking tht my feelings is right. The other person should felt the same, I THOUGHT. I told quite a number of my close friends abt that and some were surprised. They asked me for the rational reasons behind it. I didnt know the answer at that time and now at the present momment, the answer for the question is still a mystery to me. No I told myself. I wont strain my brain to figure it out because i have already lost interest in the very person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After many years of delusions, it has finally come to and end. Although it hurts at the very beginning but i believed that time will take its place and heals the wound. I am glad that i found out the truth so that i can put an end for all the struggling, ups and downs of my emotional. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305471736530798386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SaDSb03LBzI/AAAAAAAAAHY/wcDP6bKmD2w/s400/Happiness.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every clouds has its silver lining. Yesterday is a hisotry, today is the present and tomorrow's antother day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407412922554703177-3524440663901748215?l=positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3524440663901748215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407412922554703177&amp;postID=3524440663901748215' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407412922554703177/posts/default/3524440663901748215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407412922554703177/posts/default/3524440663901748215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/senses-are-deceiving-at-times.html' title='Senses Are Deceiving At Times.....'/><author><name>Given a Glimpse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407394121735221686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SfrHgcD7YBI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/nTjzseraub0/S220/S6301500.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SaDSb03LBzI/AAAAAAAAAHY/wcDP6bKmD2w/s72-c/Happiness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407412922554703177.post-2843557604425098679</id><published>2009-02-14T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T07:39:18.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Enduring, Long Week</title><content type='html'>This week has been a very long and tired week. There is not much of physically wear out but instead there is a lot of emotions ups and downs. At this very momment when I am writing this, deep down i miss my school friends badly and Alina. The world out there sometimes i think is wide, hostile and so realistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started out with this weird guy in my batch. He was extremely weird this week. He came in class late for three of our lessons and have a very grand entrance. What do I mean by grand entrance. He will hop into the class and make some background musics himself. I am now seriously keeping a safe distance from him. He seemed mentally challenged. On friday, I had Malaysian Studies. I was waiting for the lift at the ground floor with my friend. Then we saw him waliking towards our direction. Immediately, we hurried ourselves to the stairs walked one floor up. Oh my god!!! On the way up, I saw him at the stairscase entrance. He stared up and said " I am following your!!" My friend and I grabbed our bags tightly and stared running to the another end and used the stairs at that end to run all the way down. You must be thinking I am crazy but trust me, he was slapped and puched by our seniors because of his weird and not normal antics. Better be safe than sorry if what pop up in my mind every time i meet him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second unhappy and disturbing incident was being friends with a math genius. He is 16 and came from Hong KOng. He has a vary strong foundation in Mathematics. I felt extremely small, timid like a dwarf when I asked for his help or when we have group sudies. I just lost all my confidence when i am around him. He too used harsh words at times. This is the first time someone make me loss faith in myself. Thank god i still practice positive thinking or I would break down emotionally and ring Alina up. Haha, glad that did not happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, so things are starting to heat up now. It is like what our parents always say to us: The world out there is vast and there is all types of ppl from all walks of life. Some treat you sincerely and some may just want to get something for you. Whatever it is, I guess it is time for me to start learning to be street wise rather than just book wise, step out from my comfort zone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everybody still be their very self and not let the so ever realistic society to tarnished you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407412922554703177-2843557604425098679?l=positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2843557604425098679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407412922554703177&amp;postID=2843557604425098679' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407412922554703177/posts/default/2843557604425098679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407412922554703177/posts/default/2843557604425098679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/enduring-long-week.html' title='An Enduring, Long Week'/><author><name>Given a Glimpse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407394121735221686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SfrHgcD7YBI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/nTjzseraub0/S220/S6301500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407412922554703177.post-985345020553185962</id><published>2009-02-02T05:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T05:32:33.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 in 1 PARTY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Here it goes...............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SYb1CDY_dVI/AAAAAAAAAGA/8FN4KPsCuxE/s1600-h/n665561834_1857282_6990.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298191427266639186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SYb1CDY_dVI/AAAAAAAAAGA/8FN4KPsCuxE/s320/n665561834_1857282_6990.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Former Borwnies (just not wearing brown that day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON last saturday, brownies librarians gathered up to meet with big huey wen as she will be leaving to Austrialia to further her studies at Monash University. Godd luck to her!! WE were supposed to meet up at 12 noon. However I was the late one to make a 'great entrance'. We had lunch at Fish and Co. The servings there are very delicious and not so costly as Bubba Grump. Hui Ling made a good choice for our lunch destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298191433137464130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SYb1CZQtI0I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/hzpw8wasLGY/s320/s665561834_1852201_2588.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Black, REd, White.......nice colour combination&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was sort of a surprise for Fioney too! Fion and I went to the ladies while Jia and Hui Ling went to fetch her cake at Secret Recipe. Jia and Hui ling took quite long and that caused fion to be suspicious about their whereabouts. Haha, fion was pretty happy to have us celebrate for her. Happy Birthday Fioney!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298191432143068722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SYb1CVjn3jI/AAAAAAAAAGY/WLurMvwRPVM/s320/s665561834_1857281_5981.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha, Huey Wen ( always never fail no tease and joke with me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298191432046749650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SYb1CVMqJ9I/AAAAAAAAAGI/Wyqw7Y_yp_8/s320/s562638696_1450713_4441.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don we just look STUNING???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad everyone got to meet up that day!! So long didnt chit chat with Fion, Jia Min and Hui Ling. Of course havent see Heuy wen for quite a while. Take care guys!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407412922554703177-985345020553185962?l=positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/985345020553185962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407412922554703177&amp;postID=985345020553185962' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407412922554703177/posts/default/985345020553185962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407412922554703177/posts/default/985345020553185962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/2-in-1-party.html' title='2 in 1 PARTY!!'/><author><name>Given a Glimpse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407394121735221686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SfrHgcD7YBI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/nTjzseraub0/S220/S6301500.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SYb1CDY_dVI/AAAAAAAAAGA/8FN4KPsCuxE/s72-c/n665561834_1857282_6990.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407412922554703177.post-2688648863276272815</id><published>2009-01-29T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T08:59:11.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold then Hot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Hi!! &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me blog about my holiday at Cameron Highland and Pangkor Island. My family and I went there at the end of December. It was during the christmas week!! We stayed at the Strawberry Park. It was a perfect spot for my family to take a break from the hustle and bustle of the city life. No pollution, no heavy traffic and best of all away from the hectic lifestyle with lots of pressure. The room was great and it has a very luxurious bathroom. Love it!!! The best part was the room was facing the green mountains and hills. The scenary was picturesque with clouds in all kinds of shapes. So relaxing and cooling. I was able to feel the cool breeze on my face the very momment i took a step out on the balcony. Felt great to breathe in fresh air into my lungs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296747250324585602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SYHTj5CfvII/AAAAAAAAAEY/-C2rckr2BkA/s320/S6301229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Taking Pictures with the green view&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only places we could visit was the tea plantations and flower nusery. Of course while having a leisure walk in the gardens, my subblings and I embraced ourselves with the tasty,yummy strawberries dipped with layers of hot chocalate. We kept on enjoying ourselves with scenic view with bites of strawberries. Maybe thats the reason i gained weight due to the chocalate coating. Not forgetting my family was too busy taking pictures with unique, rare  yet mesmerising flowers for memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296747260821999442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SYHTkgJRj1I/AAAAAAAAAEo/R4SO7IrBVrU/s320/S6301313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Me and the flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296747273577471330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SYHTlPqanWI/AAAAAAAAAEw/dpFSM0-oRY4/s320/S6301261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Love Birds &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 id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296747258587089026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SYHTkX0biII/AAAAAAAAAEg/GZz3eIpr7V4/s320/S6301285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I Love her a lot, my grandmother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296747245566859714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SYHTjnUKmcI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/zQaMY1o7q_A/s320/S6301252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Sisters!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weather was even colder during the nights than in the mornings. Therefore a hot bowl of soup or steamboat would be the best meal for night because I seriously did feel warmer after eating steamboat that night. The hot soup running down the throat to the stomach felt so great. A simple meal of steamboat was finger-licking good that night. Dont know why? Maybe because I was cold and hungry. On Christmas night, my father brought my siblings to the lounge to have a feel of the christmas mood. The lady singer voice was melodious and powerful especially when she sang my favourite song- "Yesterday Once More" by the Carpenters. My father was so romantic that he asked my mum to have a dance on the dance floor when some romantic songs were sang. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spent three days two nights on CAmeron Highlands. Then we headed to our next destinations, Pangkot Island. My brother and sister anticipated this trip so dearly because they have not been to Pangkor before. The cant wait to soak themselves in the sea water and run along the clear sandy beach. The ferry ride was nothing much. We just stood on the top of the ferry chit-chatting away with my sis. Of course we did take a few snaps because there was nothing much to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296749969871650242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SYHWCMJCvcI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0NZ48RZ-u9A/s320/S6301362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posing on the ferry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We lived at a resort. Most of our time were spent on the beach. We just love going there in the morning to build sand castle. As there was no transport convenience, so we usually walked our way to the beach in the mornng and the evening. I played catching with my brother and sister. We too builded sand castle together and did a few jumpshots. At fitst the jumpshots were not successful but things did turn out for the better. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296749974286097666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SYHWCclh3QI/AAAAAAAAAFI/0Q8xiIdqc8w/s320/S6301390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yeah! We did a jumpshot.......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My brother , sister and I too builded our very own sandcastle and compete with one another. My brother was so engrossed into it. He walked all over the beach searching suitable stuffs as decoratives for his sandcastle. So sad he did not manage to find many stuffs by the way. I love mine. It is not exactly a sandcastle but I put a lot of hardwork. (haha)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296749986777420066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SYHWDLHsUSI/AAAAAAAAAFY/OGtpevZFF9U/s320/S6301428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My sister master piece&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296749982229475426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SYHWC6LYMGI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/QbW3PduYcRs/s320/S6301422.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My master piece&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I have fun at both places. It was just there was a little problem packing clothes at the begining because one place needs thick cothes for the cold weather whereas another destination is hot and would be best to dress in thin fabric. Imagine how big was our luggage bags for this holiday.Haha, the back of my car was so packed with few big luggage bags. My dad was sort of ranting at us when he saw our bags. Sorry daddy!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ya, I visited Kelleigh' Castle on the way to Pangkor. We took a few shots and walked around in the castle. It has a lot of secrets pathways and hidden rooms. I guessed rich people in the early days were just so protective and concern about their safety that they had secret pathways for emergency escape. I dont think we can find all these stuff in a modern house. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296749960869548674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SYHWBqmxkoI/AAAAAAAAAE4/32bYWbpFgcI/s320/S6301346.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Front view of the castle&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407412922554703177-2688648863276272815?l=positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2688648863276272815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407412922554703177&amp;postID=2688648863276272815' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407412922554703177/posts/default/2688648863276272815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407412922554703177/posts/default/2688648863276272815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/cold-then-hot.html' title='Cold then Hot'/><author><name>Given a Glimpse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407394121735221686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SfrHgcD7YBI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/nTjzseraub0/S220/S6301500.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SYHTj5CfvII/AAAAAAAAAEY/-C2rckr2BkA/s72-c/S6301229.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407412922554703177.post-4770665877148021789</id><published>2009-01-22T04:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T05:01:54.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So sorry I hardly update my post. Will do it more often. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;College days are just so different with what I had in mind. I always thought college is cool, flexible study hours, do not have the need to wear the standard uniform and have the freedom to do stuff I like. My god! It is a far cry from reality. College has no fix time for class. My classes end at different time everyday. So sometimes i am only left with the night hours to do my stuff. To make things worse, I still need to wake up as early as i used to last year to avoid the jam. The biggest headache is have to figure out what looks best on me every morning. It is not easy. Picking and matching clothes was nevr easy for me. Haha.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I better stop ranting. Look on the bright side. There is a part of me who really enjoy college. I always anticipated the start of college because i love the subjects and my friends there. Very funny every lunch break. Always feel my day with laughters. Not forgetting there are also piles of homework. I guess i am starting to enjoy college after all. Love it and will enjoy it to the fulliest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ya, HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR to everyone! Have a prosperous 2009!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407412922554703177-4770665877148021789?l=positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4770665877148021789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407412922554703177&amp;postID=4770665877148021789' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407412922554703177/posts/default/4770665877148021789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407412922554703177/posts/default/4770665877148021789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-sorry-i-hardly-update-my-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Given a Glimpse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407394121735221686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SfrHgcD7YBI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/nTjzseraub0/S220/S6301500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407412922554703177.post-6984915903297287552</id><published>2009-01-10T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T06:55:40.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Environment</title><content type='html'>One week of college soon come to a two days break. Oh my god, going to college is so different and far from what i had expected! Firstly, I don study throughout the whole year with the same classmates. My classmates varies according to the subjects I am taking. So most of the time I hang out with different people. However i got to know many people and started to forge friendship by exchanging each other hp nunbers. We even started smsing each other about our homework. Not bad for a start, I guess. However that wasn't what happen on Tuesday. I had two classes that day and a lunch break in the middle. What i feared most happend on the very day. I got no one to sit with at the cafeteria. As my class only have three students that day, i really don't know them and didnt know where had they gone to. I was so scared, lostand felt like a fish out of water the very moment i took a step into the cafeteria. The cafeteria was flooded with seniors whom i don't really know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guessed fear got the better side of me. So i left cafeteria and went to the library. I don know what to do and thus rang Alina. I told her the whole story and seeked for her console to help me to regain my confidence. Even though it was just a 10 minutes talk, i really felt better after that. Honestly! However things turned out for the better. Now i can get along better with them. So happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I need to summon all my guts to start this new chapter of life and walk the untrodden path. Good luck to the others too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407412922554703177-6984915903297287552?l=positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6984915903297287552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407412922554703177&amp;postID=6984915903297287552' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407412922554703177/posts/default/6984915903297287552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407412922554703177/posts/default/6984915903297287552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-environment.html' title='New Environment'/><author><name>Given a Glimpse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407394121735221686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SfrHgcD7YBI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/nTjzseraub0/S220/S6301500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407412922554703177.post-4837533311724667940</id><published>2009-01-03T01:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T02:59:23.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Magic of Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a cliched saying about FRIENDSHIP:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;there are big ships and small ships, but the best of all is friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287006300722060210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SV84N__KW7I/AAAAAAAAABk/rljZ2-ic4lk/s320/Pei+Ying+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Proof of FRIENDSHIP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;In our journey of self-discovery, we need friends whether good or bad, because no man is an island in this world. I seriously believed that I cannot live a day without being surrounded by friends. Good friends will be there when we need them and bad friends too. 'Bad' friends may exist for a reason: to make us appreciate our best friends more!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;True friends make everyday worth living and every trouble worth overcoming. At the end of of a long day, when we feel like we are on our last legs, our firends are there to support and remind us to keep on pressing. It is said that those who chatter to you will chatter about you, but real friends will not stab you in in the back. They will tell us off straightaway if we go wrong, True, sometime it might be harsh but real friends speak painful truth through loving ank kind words for our benefits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287006317662048226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SV84O_F-D-I/AAAAAAAAAB0/8CsSjAEbU_I/s320/Pei+Ying+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I am now going to say goodbye and bid farewell to all those beautiful, exciting and fun-filled days of my life and start a whole new life again at college. I am most definately going to miss school and the feeling of wearing school uniform, sitting in a classroom and learn. Perhaps one of the most important aspects of school life is friendship. Throughout my five years of eventful school life, I have forged many wonderful bonds of friendship that will last forever even distance takes its place to seperate us apart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287006318838575058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SV84PDeeb9I/AAAAAAAAAB8/qN-sU79BrUE/s320/Pei+Ying+080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The longest and strongest bond of frinedship was forged with Alina. I have actually known Alina since i was in standard 5. We happened to be studying in the same class and something occured that caused us to be friends till this very day. I was excited to know that i will be going to the same school as Alina. In the early days of our school year, we can really chit-chat about anything, boys, teachers, studies, personal problems and etc. I can still rekindle those times we will be giggling ourselves away whenever we talked about boys. Really funny and childish of us but i kind of miss those times when i am writing this. Everything that were left are just memories to be remembered from time to time. However i still love her and hope i can still tell her everything even though we are not studying in the same college anymore. She was always by my side through thick and thin before and i strongly she still will after this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287006295025606706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SV84NqxBYDI/AAAAAAAAABc/42aMb1upbzo/s320/Pei+Ying+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287006307737580402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SV84OaHys3I/AAAAAAAAABs/Aa2fEamxMB0/s320/Pei+Ying+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Best Friend Forever!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Of course there are still other friends out there that always stood by me even though a few of them like to tease me, example Mr Mun Wai (hope is is not offensive). I really got to know him only through KRS and i think all those emo night and camps got us really closed. He is actually one of the only few close guy friends i have. He is really funny and very good loooking too (haha). Of course he is serious at work. He is also got at motivating us during the emo night with his bold manly voice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Huie-wen is the fair lady that loves to smile and laugh. She is very kind and caring. I am sorry that I called to you and complain about the outing. So sorry you have to hear my wining. Although she looks smart and brillant, she is kinda lame deep down. She cracked a lame joke about 'bottomless' at chilis today. Not funny but still drive us all laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I wont forget about Qing Xian. She is a very innocent girl and has a very big heart for everyone. She is kinda blurr at times but that is just the real her and i like her the way she is. We always laugh when we talked about our secrets and share to one another about the happenings around us.Keep up the good work and stay smilling always....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;What about Chee hung?? He is my fencing buddy. I got to know him through fencing. I guess that was how our frindship started. He is very quiet, does not speech much and always silent when we are having our emo night but he is very very kind and outgoing deep down. He is also a 'ro' at fencing game. Remember to call me if you do go for sparing with anyone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Siew Ming................ Really sweet and dressed very fashionable, following the trend of dressing. Haha, her text message to me during christmas day really touched me!!! I really enjoyed sitting with her when i was in form 1 Daisi. She gave me the impression that she is a smart girl back then. Gald i met you.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287016514037528226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SV9BgfjUtqI/AAAAAAAAACE/r1fFrMV-znk/s320/Pei+Ying+085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287016515894619090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SV9BgmeFq9I/AAAAAAAAACM/S3XJhw4gNa8/s320/Pei+Ying+087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Classmates from primary school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287017841844806194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SV9CtyBP4jI/AAAAAAAAACc/yeTQAcqJRec/s320/S6300578.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;FRIENDS I came to known over the years!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Thanks to all my friends. Hanging out with your is the best days in my life. I will always cherish those memorable, exhilarating, colurful days of my life. Your left footprints in my memories that will never be erase. Good luck to everyone because college is starting soon and remember to keep in touch!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Love ya...................&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407412922554703177-4837533311724667940?l=positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4837533311724667940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407412922554703177&amp;postID=4837533311724667940' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407412922554703177/posts/default/4837533311724667940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407412922554703177/posts/default/4837533311724667940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/magic-of-friendship.html' title='The Magic of Friendship'/><author><name>Given a Glimpse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407394121735221686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SfrHgcD7YBI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/nTjzseraub0/S220/S6301500.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SV84N__KW7I/AAAAAAAAABk/rljZ2-ic4lk/s72-c/Pei+Ying+054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407412922554703177.post-1397651483355789113</id><published>2008-12-09T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:13:52.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Very First Time!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Ahhh!!! I will never forget the trip to Genting Highland with my close and best friends. To be honest, the last time i went to Genting Theme Park was two years ago and i didnt have the courage to sit on all those thrilling, scary and dangerous rides like the corkscreew. Fear always got the better side of me. How sad i was then???? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time i took a drastic change. I went genting with my FRIENDS not with my family. I was kind of worried that we will be on our own but it was a worthy experience. We were chatting and laughing on the bus. Alina and I even sat at the wrong seat and huei-wen teased us by saying that we were Cina Pek from China (dont know how to read seat numbers). We talk a lot of stuff all the way. Alina was kind of scared when the cable car took off and we girls were sort of screaming except Hui Ling, the brave one. Huei-wen kept on saying " no land already, no land already" while I was holding on tight to the metal bar. Mun Wai and Chee Hung kept on laughing.&lt;br /&gt;Have a good guess the first ride when we sat when we were in the Theme Park. Haha........... we sat the merry-go-round. It may seem kind of childish but we just love being young sitting on the merry-go-round that will go up and down. Even though it was a short ride but it was fun getting ourselves all charge up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278092039050605730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/ST-MvrdttKI/AAAAAAAAAAc/pqPB8Q3msZo/s320/S6301057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just LOVE both of them...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of course we did sit the spinner. I felt I was flying in mid air when i was on the swing. Of course the feeling is so much different now as I was with my friends. The fun was really there. The funny part was during the Flying Coaster ride. Hui Ling and Alina didnt join us for that ride. So there was only huei-wen, mun wai, chee hung and me left. We comforted each other that the ride will be great. However, the momment we were lifted off the ground, I can hear chee hung besides me saying that he has a tinge of regret in him for sitting this ride. At that very momment, i felt the same too. WOW! The ride was fast and I was turned over, went down and up exactly felt like a superman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278095229447479698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/ST-PpYnmoZI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ufM_xvAOlxQ/s320/S6301078.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Busy taking pictures while the queue was long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best ride among all was the Cockscreew Coaster........... We were kind of disappointed to find out that the ride was closed under maintanence at first. Lucky us we were right there when it just open for ride. All of us rushed there, running and shouting calling each other to be in the queue. The only person stood there while all of us ran was my dear friend Alina. She was happy that the cockscreew coaster was not open for ride at the beginning. Even though after much persuade, alina still firm with her stand and did not join us. I was too so scared and nervous that there were butterflies in my stomach. Both of my plam were cold and my heart was pounding with every steps i took. Huei-wen comforted me and told me to trust her. She always say "trust me, hust trust me" before every exhilarating ride. Oh my god! When the coaster was going upwards slowly, i just closed my eyes hoping that it will end as soon as possible. The momment I opened my eyes, I saw the coaste in front of me when down on a deep slope. I shouted my heart out. Then we went upside down for TWICE. My palm was pale, numb and cold after the few seconds ride. However I am so proud of myself that i summon up all my courage to sit the best and scariest ride of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The funniest ride was on the Pirate Ship with Alina. I was so proud of you, Alina when you sat on the ride. She was afraid and thus screaming the very momment the ship started to move from left to right.(I am seriously laughing while I am writing) Not only we laughed till our stomach ache, the others at the ship too was giggling at the cute yet entertaining Alina. Mun Wai and Chee Hung laughed so hard untill they have to hold on to their stomach tightly. What a memorable scence! Alina was really really ready to try any thrilling ride after that. She was so excited to go for the next ride. I really enjoyed sitting with Alina.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278096098109432482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/ST-Qb8owIqI/AAAAAAAAAA0/cOIMqdxFdMc/s320/S6301099.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Another pose of us and alina with her ice-cream&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 id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278097000580445090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/ST-RQemm86I/AAAAAAAAAA8/rxHjVvZxwbo/s320/S6301105.JPG" border="0" /&gt; What a beautiful sight of Genting at night! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278097759849448882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/ST-R8rGchbI/AAAAAAAAABE/eHdCQVO8eQ0/s320/S6301140.JPG" border="0" /&gt; We ROCK!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278101581673019714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/ST-VbIgMOUI/AAAAAAAAABU/AEGSiOuwd_U/s320/S6301125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our last cable car ride back home........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To: Huei-wen, Alina, Mun Wai, Chee Hung and Hui Ling&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thank you for making it a best day of my school life besides our 'Emo Night'. I really wont forget even 20 or 30 years laters. How can i when I just forge a lasting bond of friendships with your?I think there are no suitable or precise words to describe my feelings throughout the whole day especially when we talked about prom night in the bus. We were the noise maker, laughing at huei-wen silly ideas. I also enjoyed having talks withAlina and Hui Ling. It was first outing with my friends far away from my cosy home besides camps and I do believe that i will definately laugh every time rekindle those colourful and heart-touching memories at The Genting Highlands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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;&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;&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;&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;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;&lt;img class="gl_photo" alt="Add Image" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" border="0" /&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;&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;&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;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="gl_photo" alt="Add Image" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407412922554703177-1397651483355789113?l=positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1397651483355789113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407412922554703177&amp;postID=1397651483355789113' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407412922554703177/posts/default/1397651483355789113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407412922554703177/posts/default/1397651483355789113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-very-first-time.html' title='My Very First Time!!'/><author><name>Given a Glimpse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407394121735221686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SfrHgcD7YBI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/nTjzseraub0/S220/S6301500.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/ST-MvrdttKI/AAAAAAAAAAc/pqPB8Q3msZo/s72-c/S6301057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407412922554703177.post-5183299211587160695</id><published>2008-10-07T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T07:32:21.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Helping Hand</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;There were many angles arround me today. Actually they were always by me all this while but today I was touched as they spread their holy wings to help me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I was not really excited to go to school today. I was kinda not in a mood before recess, feeling gloomy and didnt have the mood to put on a smile. Things took a turn after speaking to Alina, spilling every little bits of dissatisfaction in me to her, i felt more relief as i didnt have to force myself to go through the day feeling blue and suppressing my feelings and thought. I really felt energised and lively after having a brief talk with Alina. I am very touched when she said she was proud of me becuase i held on to my principles. Sometimes positive words can really act as an energiser to boost one's confidence. Lucky me for i have felt the magic of it just today. To Alina, I am too proud of you for sharing the same views as me. Glad to find a friend like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;There is more magic to come. I went to 5 Matahari when my class ended. Another touching event took place. Qing Xian informed me about the Sunway scolarship that is open for application now. This is not the first time she keep me inform about the scholarships which are on going. Huei-Wen too voluntered to photocopy a copy for me. At the very momment when this took place, I was taken aback as they were so helpful and not selfish at all. Their willingness to share opportunity and information with me really touched my little fragile heart. As the competiton is great now, many people are starting to be self-centered, caring about only themselves and their well-being. It is very rare to encounter people with a great heart. They are NOT so KIASU after all. What wonderful people they are............................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Alina, Qing Xian and Huei-Wen, thousands of gratitudes to your for being so angelic. People like you really make the world a better place for me to live in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407412922554703177-5183299211587160695?l=positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5183299211587160695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407412922554703177&amp;postID=5183299211587160695' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407412922554703177/posts/default/5183299211587160695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407412922554703177/posts/default/5183299211587160695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/helping-hand.html' title='A Helping Hand'/><author><name>Given a Glimpse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407394121735221686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SfrHgcD7YBI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/nTjzseraub0/S220/S6301500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407412922554703177.post-4594650604923393327</id><published>2008-10-05T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T03:13:01.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Battle Continues</title><content type='html'>One week long holiday too soon come to end. This holiday was like a major break for me since it is after trials. I was suffocating and burning midnight oils the week before, all the times surrounded by piles of books. At last it came to an end. How much I dread for the holidays to come. However, it is also sad to acknowledge that this one week long holiday has also come to an end in a blink of an eye. Ahh!!! I feel that i am brought back to reality, telling me that i am a candidate sitting for the ever important SPM examination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the clock strikes twelve tonight, it signifies the beginning of tomorrow, the continuation of my battle to strive for excellences. By tomorrow i will find myself having a hard time to rise and shine, leaving my comfy little bed for the school. To add up to my misery is that the reslts of my trials will be announce tommorrow. I guess our teachers do utelise the holiday to mark our papers. Ohh, having the thought really creeps me out. I cant help thinking whether i have done my part well. Does my results live up to my expectations?&lt;br /&gt;I think most of us wonder what awaits for us tomorrow.............Can we still grin from ear to ear at the end of the day?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From tommorrow onwards, we students have to buckle up our gear and make sure that we are not left behind but still on the pace. Now everything we are doing revolve around our studies and SPM. I feel we are like soldiers in training with commanders as our teachers, making full preparation for the deadliest FINAL BATTLE that is round the corner. Till then, let us train with our heart and soul. I believe our hardworks will indeed pay off .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407412922554703177-4594650604923393327?l=positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4594650604923393327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407412922554703177&amp;postID=4594650604923393327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407412922554703177/posts/default/4594650604923393327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407412922554703177/posts/default/4594650604923393327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://positiveforcesinlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/battle-continues.html' title='The Battle Continues'/><author><name>Given a Glimpse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407394121735221686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KR3WG8jSP_w/SfrHgcD7YBI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/nTjzseraub0/S220/S6301500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
