<?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-248387741376664596</id><updated>2012-02-14T11:28:52.755+08:00</updated><category term='school'/><category term='HAHAHAHAH'/><title type='text'>Welcome to the land filled with mad people.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>341</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-3183900588353858410</id><published>2012-02-09T19:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T19:28:34.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;Today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;-I got teary eyed because, I CANNOT UNDERSTAND MATHS. Throughout this year I've been blindly copying all the notes and when I want to do the exercise, mehh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I realised, I forgotten your birthday. But you, ahh you, thank YOU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I went for cross-country practice and, wahlamak, hair fall like crazy. Correction, drop more than usual. I'll be bald in a year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I feel dizzy the whole day. Yes, blame everything! Hee hee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qTnBu9Np1O4/TzOsyayjHxI/AAAAAAAABEw/Ax5zXL2tXnE/s320/Photo0468.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707095134993325842" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I took this picture for his moral folio thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PFFFTTTT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248387741376664596-3183900588353858410?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/3183900588353858410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=3183900588353858410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/3183900588353858410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/3183900588353858410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2012/02/today-i-got-teary-eyed-because-i-cannot.html' title=''/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qTnBu9Np1O4/TzOsyayjHxI/AAAAAAAABEw/Ax5zXL2tXnE/s72-c/Photo0468.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-7255368409377252469</id><published>2012-02-03T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T21:58:39.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ni men liang ke ho hen huai.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zj_hhErekO4/Tyvm9G0xT6I/AAAAAAAABEk/O_TDjkL-lX8/s1600/205915_10150270173855784_740770783_7904070_4536737_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zj_hhErekO4/Tyvm9G0xT6I/AAAAAAAABEk/O_TDjkL-lX8/s320/205915_10150270173855784_740770783_7904070_4536737_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704907290473222050" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My teacher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The big bully. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The opposite of me who sits beside me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The girl I annoy the most (or second) by asking "why like that?" all the time during class. Sorry, my brain slow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you, Einstein the second. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248387741376664596-7255368409377252469?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/7255368409377252469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=7255368409377252469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/7255368409377252469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/7255368409377252469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2012/02/ni-men-liang-ke-ho-hen-huai.html' title='Ni men liang ke ho hen huai.'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zj_hhErekO4/Tyvm9G0xT6I/AAAAAAAABEk/O_TDjkL-lX8/s72-c/205915_10150270173855784_740770783_7904070_4536737_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-8910780372313145431</id><published>2012-02-01T21:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T21:59:25.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Mysterious Guy.</title><content type='html'>Sweet smelling guys, here's a plus point for you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248387741376664596-8910780372313145431?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/8910780372313145431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=8910780372313145431' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/8910780372313145431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/8910780372313145431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2012/02/that-mysterious-guy.html' title='That Mysterious Guy.'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-4901876986533751204</id><published>2012-01-28T21:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T21:57:40.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Darling!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E9j1MpkRgxs/TyP-gUWVbiI/AAAAAAAABEY/45VP4K1gcBk/s1600/Photo0355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E9j1MpkRgxs/TyP-gUWVbiI/AAAAAAAABEY/45VP4K1gcBk/s320/Photo0355.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702681384352837154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this, is one person I cannot live without.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P/S: I know I look like a guy, don't laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248387741376664596-4901876986533751204?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/4901876986533751204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=4901876986533751204' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/4901876986533751204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/4901876986533751204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2012/01/oh-darling.html' title='Oh Darling!'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E9j1MpkRgxs/TyP-gUWVbiI/AAAAAAAABEY/45VP4K1gcBk/s72-c/Photo0355.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-4217187184245515743</id><published>2012-01-27T21:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T21:35:38.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My buddy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ng8tW1qIUWA/TyKlWeyeluI/AAAAAAAABEM/1HRHFXnhDc8/s1600/DSC02090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ng8tW1qIUWA/TyKlWeyeluI/AAAAAAAABEM/1HRHFXnhDc8/s320/DSC02090.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702301883844957922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My partner in crime. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My lover.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My punching bag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My food buddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My everything buddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248387741376664596-4217187184245515743?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/4217187184245515743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=4217187184245515743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/4217187184245515743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/4217187184245515743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-buddy.html' title='My buddy.'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ng8tW1qIUWA/TyKlWeyeluI/AAAAAAAABEM/1HRHFXnhDc8/s72-c/DSC02090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-2611115314795008072</id><published>2012-01-26T20:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T20:35:45.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving you could be a crime.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nLbq-oJyfHk/TyFIhIEtpsI/AAAAAAAABEA/RtC6dTRelJ0/s1600/DSC02226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nLbq-oJyfHk/TyFIhIEtpsI/AAAAAAAABEA/RtC6dTRelJ0/s320/DSC02226.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701918337167894210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you're seeing this, I sincerely miss your smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248387741376664596-2611115314795008072?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/2611115314795008072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=2611115314795008072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/2611115314795008072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/2611115314795008072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2012/01/loving-you-could-be-crime.html' title='Loving you could be a crime.'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nLbq-oJyfHk/TyFIhIEtpsI/AAAAAAAABEA/RtC6dTRelJ0/s72-c/DSC02226.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-4344244430471386046</id><published>2012-01-02T22:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T22:41:35.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random pictures.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kRWeZQ63e9I/TwHBYcgTNUI/AAAAAAAABDw/Lbmuwyn_pCQ/s1600/DSC04343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kRWeZQ63e9I/TwHBYcgTNUI/AAAAAAAABDw/Lbmuwyn_pCQ/s320/DSC04343.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693044029685708098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My brother's Christmas gift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zE5kKtC3fys/TwHBYdPrhtI/AAAAAAAABDk/06CGwO55cmM/s1600/DSC04341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zE5kKtC3fys/TwHBYdPrhtI/AAAAAAAABDk/06CGwO55cmM/s320/DSC04341.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693044029884434130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Instead of doing my homework I decided to ruin my calculator -_-|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mR03_Oh5Z-E/TwHBYNWeeMI/AAAAAAAABDc/SZCada7Hy_M/s1600/DSC04349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mR03_Oh5Z-E/TwHBYNWeeMI/AAAAAAAABDc/SZCada7Hy_M/s320/DSC04349.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693044025617971394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Standing shuttlecock. Be amazed =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rMYk_FoyOKY/TwHBXYycx2I/AAAAAAAABDQ/skuieRBGY94/s1600/photo0426.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rMYk_FoyOKY/TwHBXYycx2I/AAAAAAAABDQ/skuieRBGY94/s320/photo0426.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693044011508221794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mWKNdkPyAUk/TwHBXHzNlnI/AAAAAAAABDE/L6aaDBtXQwY/s1600/Picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mWKNdkPyAUk/TwHBXHzNlnI/AAAAAAAABDE/L6aaDBtXQwY/s320/Picture.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693044006948017778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't die of jealousy. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248387741376664596-4344244430471386046?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/4344244430471386046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=4344244430471386046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/4344244430471386046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/4344244430471386046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2012/01/random-pictures.html' title='Random pictures.'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kRWeZQ63e9I/TwHBYcgTNUI/AAAAAAAABDw/Lbmuwyn_pCQ/s72-c/DSC04343.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-1151106142085661814</id><published>2011-12-31T01:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T02:47:08.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still a kid.</title><content type='html'>Ahhh, another 2011 is ending post.&lt;br /&gt;This year felt really short and long.&lt;br /&gt;This year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I felt utterly useless.&lt;/span&gt; While everyone continued their studies, I was working my ass off(literally. figure it yourself =P)in two places I hated yet had fond memories of. Most of my friends knew what they wanted, I didn't. A-levels pun saya tak tau apa itu lo. Bila itu Jerry fella cakap pasal SAM, foundation semua saya mau pengsan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gotten my SPM result.&lt;/span&gt; PTL! Tee hee. I blogged about my results before so I shall not speak(type) much of it. Hmm, loved the results yet hated it. I had nightmares often before I gotten my result. Then I wake up crying asking myself, Y U NO STUDY HARDER?! Grinned like an idiot when I got it. I cried a bit also *blush* CAUSE MY MOMMY CRIED.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Broke down GAZILLION, HYPERMILLION, INFINIMILLION times.&lt;/span&gt; Cried almost every night for more than half a year. Faith shaken due to scholarship bla bla bla. Fallen deep in love with God. Almost fallen out of love with Him. Had a "strained" relationship with God. I was really really sad this year okay xD I almost fell into depression(no joke) but I'm a tough cookie =P Drifted away with someone I was so attached to but it's okay now. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Made friends.&lt;/span&gt; Great friends. Thank you people! Thank you my classmates. Thank you people who are not new in my life. Okay, this is heading to nowhere. Thank you also to people who encouraged me. I really appreciate you guys. I might not show it, but one day if you need my kidney, I'll happily donate one to you. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Entered Form 6.&lt;/span&gt; FAHHHH LA LA LA LA. I still hate it(sorry God). End of story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Worked!&lt;/span&gt; Okay, I mention part of it above and this should be above but ahh, never mind. I helped Auntie Ruby to pack toiletries with Alvina. FULL liberty. Really, most of the days(everyday actually) I open the doors and gates(too many locks I tell you), work and at the end of the day lock everything again. ONLY THE TWO OF US(just the two of us, we can make it if we try~~). Switched job later on. This time, waitress/slave. Now everyone, sing Party Rock Anthem. Everyday I wash toilet. Everyday I mop the floor. Everyday I be a slave. Madness. I really dreaded going to work. But, I learned(learnt?) many lessons there. Lessons that are worth a lifetime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. It's 2.22 a.m. I should go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checked my blog for my past year's resolutions. I DID NOT MAKE ANY. =O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year had made me a baby, made me feel like a loser, made me pissed with everyone, made me realise how truly lucky I am, made me happy, reminded me, JESUS IS HERE THERE EVERYWHERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People make new year resolutions every year. I used to. If I were to look back and check which one I accomplished, it would be NONE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say it gets tougher every year. Don't expect next year to be easier than this year, what more with STPM pfft. It will be another year filled with pain, disappointment, discouragement but I know, this I truly am self-assured, that God will always be there for me. With me. Beside me. Over me. Err, across me? And THAT, makes everything more bearable and understandable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya! I wanted to improve my English. But leh, I thinks my English gotten worser leh. My English paper always red EVELYWHERE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to be truthful, when I started typing this, I asked myself, OMG, WHAT HAPPENED THIS YEAR?! Either I'm old or it's been a long journey (Doesn't sound right but that's okay, no one's hurt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU! [yeah you beautiful/handsome one ;)]&lt;br /&gt;And sorry if I was a PITA.&lt;br /&gt;To the people who tried pulling me down(cause I'm above, nenenibubu), I forgive you.&lt;br /&gt;To the people who caused me heartaches, I forgive you.&lt;br /&gt;To the people who can NEVER be happy for me(forever jealous), I forgive you.&lt;br /&gt;To the people who said false stuffs about me, I forgive you.&lt;br /&gt;To the guy who stole my phone last year, well I forgave you long ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Back to my homework. My never-ending homework. Fun(sorta) fact: I'm starting school a day earlier. Noooooooooooo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248387741376664596-1151106142085661814?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/1151106142085661814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=1151106142085661814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/1151106142085661814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/1151106142085661814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-still-kid.html' title='I&apos;m still a kid.'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-102741743071815592</id><published>2011-12-22T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T22:25:30.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drew these without looking at the paper cause I'm talented like that =P</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AopXqvawmxI/TvM88Nkd53I/AAAAAAAABCE/g94I-d5dTKw/s1600/DSC00269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gxW4GV4tW2s/TvM87E7vKWI/AAAAAAAABBk/u6iKSUaoUx4/s320/DSC00266.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688957739933313378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dgp08WzlV5w/TvM867jAaLI/AAAAAAAABBY/7ODdRaZUSSM/s1600/DSC00265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dgp08WzlV5w/TvM867jAaLI/AAAAAAAABBY/7ODdRaZUSSM/s320/DSC00265.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688957737413666994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248387741376664596-102741743071815592?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/102741743071815592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=102741743071815592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/102741743071815592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/102741743071815592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html' title='Drew these without looking at the paper cause I&apos;m talented like that =P'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AopXqvawmxI/TvM88Nkd53I/AAAAAAAABCE/g94I-d5dTKw/s72-c/DSC00269.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-9095712832042345344</id><published>2011-12-19T00:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T00:24:29.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Basket Case</title><content type='html'>OMgoodness.&lt;br /&gt;I can't differentiate Good Charlotte and Green Day. &lt;br /&gt;O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shin hit the plank while I was attempting to be Jane (FAIL. How did the rest did it without injuries?!)&lt;br /&gt;Swollen, blue-black, got that ugly red colour like bleeding scar thing. &lt;br /&gt;And I keep hitting it on stuffs after that.&lt;br /&gt;So itchy but can't scratch!&lt;br /&gt;Cannot wear dress this Christmas already =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248387741376664596-9095712832042345344?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/9095712832042345344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=9095712832042345344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/9095712832042345344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/9095712832042345344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2011/12/basket-case.html' title='Basket Case'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-4299616188576825699</id><published>2011-12-14T12:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T12:57:38.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://theolapuah.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;It's sunshine, rainbows and unicorns!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Click on the text! Click on the text! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248387741376664596-4299616188576825699?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/4299616188576825699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=4299616188576825699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/4299616188576825699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/4299616188576825699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-sunshine-rainbows-and-unicorns.html' title=''/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-3752433365034134102</id><published>2011-12-13T12:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T13:00:36.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Went to the kitchen, took the pringles out and saw this</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-koZ5JQuxFB0/Tubbc9M6p_I/AAAAAAAABBM/S5nyhPa2MAY/s1600/gvgvh.PNG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-koZ5JQuxFB0/Tubbc9M6p_I/AAAAAAAABBM/S5nyhPa2MAY/s320/gvgvh.PNG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685472870113388530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248387741376664596-3752433365034134102?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/3752433365034134102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=3752433365034134102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/3752433365034134102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/3752433365034134102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2011/12/went-to-kitchen-took-pringles-out-and.html' title='Went to the kitchen, took the pringles out and saw this'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-koZ5JQuxFB0/Tubbc9M6p_I/AAAAAAAABBM/S5nyhPa2MAY/s72-c/gvgvh.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-1117339058500135176</id><published>2011-12-05T01:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:02:24.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I'm a teenager like that.</title><content type='html'>I refuse to drink water.&lt;div&gt;I eat junk food like crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't stop eating chocolates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't get enough sleep and sleep too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm hooked to the computer screen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My best friends' are the keyboard and keypad.(Mouse too)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Justin Bieber! ( Okay, it's just a joke)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The more someone ask me to do something, the more reluctant I am to do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing makes sense except unicorns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm lazy, just plain lazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't care. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like an old woman with my noisy cracking bones and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a teenager.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248387741376664596-1117339058500135176?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/1117339058500135176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=1117339058500135176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/1117339058500135176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/1117339058500135176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2011/12/because-im-teenager-like-that.html' title='Because I&apos;m a teenager like that.'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-5965659824374122021</id><published>2011-12-05T00:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T01:06:27.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me again,</title><content type='html'>How can I look at a daughter having a great relationship with her father and not feel a pang of jealousy.&lt;div&gt;How can I look at a father teaching her daughter how to drive and not feel sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How can I look at a father spoiling her daughter with stuffs and not feel whatever it was I was feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How can I look at them going on trips and not feel like crap knowing I won't be able to no matter how hard I try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How can I look at a daughter boasting to her father of her results and not feel, I don't even know what I should feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How can I look at a father supporting his daughter's education and not feel like I'm not even given an opportunity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why can't I be me with a father by my side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I'm reminded that there's ALWAYS a Father by my side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just didn't give Him much of a chance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm also reminded that life goes on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248387741376664596-5965659824374122021?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/5965659824374122021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=5965659824374122021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/5965659824374122021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/5965659824374122021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2011/12/tell-me-again.html' title='Tell me again,'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-5033659406229026518</id><published>2011-12-02T00:42:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T20:14:28.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gifts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mom always scold me saying " you ah, like to keep rubbish"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I'll go " ah ah ah"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After million of years I still cannot bring myself to throw away these "rubbish" because, err, because I just can't. The pictures below are gifts received when I was much younger (primary/ early secondary) and certain gifts I'm sure people don't even remember giving me. (Because I treasure memories like that)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4n4TGiLJSKs/Tti4MmhnF5I/AAAAAAAABBA/VAHNKKREKl8/s1600/DSC04143.PNG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4n4TGiLJSKs/Tti4MmhnF5I/AAAAAAAABBA/VAHNKKREKl8/s320/DSC04143.PNG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681493456567342994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From Vyonne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0YVgMQGhiyI/Tti4MGX3SkI/AAAAAAAABA0/SyA0BH219fI/s320/DSC04142.PNG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681493447936526914" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l0h0PVTBu_M/TteyIcgY3DI/AAAAAAAAA7s/1jIaPxMCAz8/s320/DSC04137.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681205313111907378" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V6EKN5E6auY/TtirNkd7RXI/AAAAAAAAA-A/mThsGcwRxgk/s1600/DSC04145.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Jing Shin&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lou4ForFczU/Tte24UeX4zI/AAAAAAAAA9I/uHP6y7mFc4E/s1600/DSC04148.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lou4ForFczU/Tte24UeX4zI/AAAAAAAAA9I/uHP6y7mFc4E/s1600/DSC04148.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V6EKN5E6auY/TtirNkd7RXI/AAAAAAAAA-A/mThsGcwRxgk/s320/DSC04145.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681479179543725426" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alvina &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sc7vyccXdjQ/Tte243iRDZI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/QYqSpjdpHgU/s320/DSC04149.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681210543047773586" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sin Ying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lou4ForFczU/Tte24UeX4zI/AAAAAAAAA9I/uHP6y7mFc4E/s320/DSC04148.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681210533636203314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;Matthew&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_DfasOETWyM/TteyIc2CcaI/AAAAAAAAA74/oiO38LLZgDg/s1600/DSC04135.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1QxrSfwijkU/Tti4L53aUUI/AAAAAAAABAo/CMQhBoG0RCE/s320/DSC04151.PNG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681493444579184962" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_DfasOETWyM/TteyIc2CcaI/AAAAAAAAA74/oiO38LLZgDg/s1600/DSC04135.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FcW-4_FOGpI/Tte24YIgtAI/AAAAAAAAA88/jpZ5OQ_1fqg/s320/DSC04147.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681210534618248194" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l0h0PVTBu_M/TteyIcgY3DI/AAAAAAAAA7s/1jIaPxMCAz8/s1600/DSC04137.JPG" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TwjsioS4k80/TtexkkoEMqI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/fdVl762Or0s/s1600/DSC04150.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WE4umFCnAwU/TtexkfFLDoI/AAAAAAAAA7I/62NqxRdZjUo/s320/DSC04144.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681204695327772290" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Joey Ang &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_DfasOETWyM/TteyIc2CcaI/AAAAAAAAA74/oiO38LLZgDg/s320/DSC04135.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681205313202712994" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Woon Hua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T2N2sa26FJY/TtexkkAl4zI/AAAAAAAAA7g/oS95V0BH8GA/s320/DSC04134.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681204696650736434" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rasyid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4F0nnI_AVYY/TteyJLaRqjI/AAAAAAAAA8g/Ieqsuo-Hbwc/s320/DSC04146.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681205325702736434" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Joey Lim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TwjsioS4k80/TtexkkoEMqI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/fdVl762Or0s/s320/DSC04150.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681204696816300706" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Arthur&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T2N2sa26FJY/TtexkkAl4zI/AAAAAAAAA7g/oS95V0BH8GA/s1600/DSC04134.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s6eASeJkde8/TtexkAwMaWI/AAAAAAAAA64/tG6y1t2sOHU/s1600/DSC04138.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s6eASeJkde8/TtexkAwMaWI/AAAAAAAAA64/tG6y1t2sOHU/s320/DSC04138.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681204687186717026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WE4umFCnAwU/TtexkfFLDoI/AAAAAAAAA7I/62NqxRdZjUo/s1600/DSC04144.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center; "&gt;Kok Sum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9zTXKuwGta4/Tti4LcG8zKI/AAAAAAAABAQ/Gtl3Ef3DrPc/s1600/DSC04141.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xEzh4tPZOVQ/TtirOkDpC1I/AAAAAAAAA-g/RGhzddY4tGY/s320/DSC04131.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681479196613348178" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s6eASeJkde8/TtexkAwMaWI/AAAAAAAAA64/tG6y1t2sOHU/s1600/DSC04138.JPG" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is not a gift. I remember buying a bunch of identical stuffs with Joey. Some BFF thing. Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V6EKN5E6auY/TtirNkd7RXI/AAAAAAAAA-A/mThsGcwRxgk/s1600/DSC04145.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5LLMjqTw4ok/Tti4LRMgf2I/AAAAAAAABAc/_v7zbTmkNYk/s320/DSC04140.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681493433661816674" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;These are also not gifts. My tiny toys that I love. CANNOT THROW. In my treasure box now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sc7vyccXdjQ/Tte243iRDZI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/QYqSpjdpHgU/s1600/DSC04149.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lou4ForFczU/Tte24UeX4zI/AAAAAAAAA9I/uHP6y7mFc4E/s1600/DSC04148.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FcW-4_FOGpI/Tte24YIgtAI/AAAAAAAAA88/jpZ5OQ_1fqg/s1600/DSC04147.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4F0nnI_AVYY/TteyJLaRqjI/AAAAAAAAA8g/Ieqsuo-Hbwc/s1600/DSC04146.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l0h0PVTBu_M/TteyIcgY3DI/AAAAAAAAA7s/1jIaPxMCAz8/s1600/DSC04137.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T2N2sa26FJY/TtexkkAl4zI/AAAAAAAAA7g/oS95V0BH8GA/s1600/DSC04134.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TwjsioS4k80/TtexkkoEMqI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/fdVl762Or0s/s1600/DSC04150.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WE4umFCnAwU/TtexkfFLDoI/AAAAAAAAA7I/62NqxRdZjUo/s1600/DSC04144.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9zTXKuwGta4/Tti4LcG8zKI/AAAAAAAABAQ/Gtl3Ef3DrPc/s1600/DSC04141.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s6eASeJkde8/TtexkAwMaWI/AAAAAAAAA64/tG6y1t2sOHU/s1600/DSC04138.JPG" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s6eASeJkde8/TtexkAwMaWI/AAAAAAAAA64/tG6y1t2sOHU/s1600/DSC04138.JPG" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V6EKN5E6auY/TtirNkd7RXI/AAAAAAAAA-A/mThsGcwRxgk/s1600/DSC04145.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9zTXKuwGta4/Tti4LcG8zKI/AAAAAAAABAQ/Gtl3Ef3DrPc/s320/DSC04141.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681493436591295650" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best toy on Earth! Paper dolls! Beats Barbie dolls! Every time a doll's head almost "teng sak ki" I'll emo. Seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sc7vyccXdjQ/Tte243iRDZI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/QYqSpjdpHgU/s1600/DSC04149.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lou4ForFczU/Tte24UeX4zI/AAAAAAAAA9I/uHP6y7mFc4E/s1600/DSC04148.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FcW-4_FOGpI/Tte24YIgtAI/AAAAAAAAA88/jpZ5OQ_1fqg/s1600/DSC04147.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4F0nnI_AVYY/TteyJLaRqjI/AAAAAAAAA8g/Ieqsuo-Hbwc/s1600/DSC04146.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l0h0PVTBu_M/TteyIcgY3DI/AAAAAAAAA7s/1jIaPxMCAz8/s1600/DSC04137.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_DfasOETWyM/TteyIc2CcaI/AAAAAAAAA74/oiO38LLZgDg/s1600/DSC04135.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l0h0PVTBu_M/TteyIcgY3DI/AAAAAAAAA7s/1jIaPxMCAz8/s1600/DSC04137.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T2N2sa26FJY/TtexkkAl4zI/AAAAAAAAA7g/oS95V0BH8GA/s1600/DSC04134.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TwjsioS4k80/TtexkkoEMqI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/fdVl762Or0s/s1600/DSC04150.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WE4umFCnAwU/TtexkfFLDoI/AAAAAAAAA7I/62NqxRdZjUo/s1600/DSC04144.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WE4umFCnAwU/TtexkfFLDoI/AAAAAAAAA7I/62NqxRdZjUo/s1600/DSC04144.JPG" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9zTXKuwGta4/Tti4LcG8zKI/AAAAAAAABAQ/Gtl3Ef3DrPc/s1600/DSC04141.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/S: Blogger is being a PITA. -___-|||&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/248387741376664596-5033659406229026518?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/5033659406229026518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=5033659406229026518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/5033659406229026518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/5033659406229026518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2011/12/gifts.html' title='Gifts'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4n4TGiLJSKs/Tti4MmhnF5I/AAAAAAAABBA/VAHNKKREKl8/s72-c/DSC04143.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-5195059883243844273</id><published>2011-12-01T15:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T15:24:22.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tetris Battle</title><content type='html'>is so addictive.&lt;div&gt;Today I tried to concentrate during Physics Class and all I could ever think of is those blocks dropping down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't even take a nap! The blocks are haunting me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My head is throbbing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248387741376664596-5195059883243844273?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/5195059883243844273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=5195059883243844273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/5195059883243844273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/5195059883243844273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2011/12/tetris-battle.html' title='Tetris Battle'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-1437797600088397783</id><published>2011-11-29T22:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T23:02:35.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I want for Christmasssss is</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;HAIR!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;HAIR HAIR HAIR HAIR&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;P/S: Correction. I just want my hair to stop moving houses. ( Moving houses? My English is ah mah may zing)&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/248387741376664596-1437797600088397783?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/1437797600088397783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=1437797600088397783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/1437797600088397783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/1437797600088397783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2011/11/all-i-want-for-christmasssss-is.html' title='All I want for Christmasssss is'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-4810503511074615623</id><published>2011-11-25T18:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T18:51:26.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am on your side.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qb959ysrJCw/Ts9yw6KIYxI/AAAAAAAAA50/jfLt6SIMcbI/s1600/DSC03766.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cFABKJ8DLUo/Ts9yPvPrqKI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/9RW08NkyQ14/s1600/DSC03787.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wPuKj0Sa93E/Ts9ycMzKUrI/AAAAAAAAA5o/o8veI9E0gzI/s320/DSC03789.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678883483935199922" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248387741376664596-4810503511074615623?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/4810503511074615623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=4810503511074615623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/4810503511074615623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/4810503511074615623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-am-on-your-side.html' title='I am on your side.'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qb959ysrJCw/Ts9yw6KIYxI/AAAAAAAAA50/jfLt6SIMcbI/s72-c/DSC03766.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-6351383320010644202</id><published>2011-11-21T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T23:43:58.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee~~~</title><content type='html'>MOST INTENSE 3 HOURS OF MY LIFE ( Okay, CLOSE! )&lt;div&gt;Nervous, happy, proud!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO EXCITED I CANNOT HIDE IT! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Malaysia's football - thumbs up! ( for now =P )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248387741376664596-6351383320010644202?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/6351383320010644202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=6351383320010644202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/6351383320010644202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/6351383320010644202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2011/11/weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.html' title='Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee~~~'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-7717432108042519622</id><published>2011-11-19T22:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T22:21:37.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom and a little peace.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gh80QhFB4vE/Tse5Jm9mEiI/AAAAAAAAA4I/D6wIb80MqYM/s1600/tumblr_lumsrmXej21qg0qplo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gh80QhFB4vE/Tse5Jm9mEiI/AAAAAAAAA4I/D6wIb80MqYM/s320/tumblr_lumsrmXej21qg0qplo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676709430052655650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dN3EVygrmbQ/Tse5JVhVoTI/AAAAAAAAA38/cA2NxiwRXsU/s1600/tumblr_lug1p65MlZ1r5dizro1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dN3EVygrmbQ/Tse5JVhVoTI/AAAAAAAAA38/cA2NxiwRXsU/s320/tumblr_lug1p65MlZ1r5dizro1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676709425370734898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xlplCwWIYK4/Tse5JCvoL9I/AAAAAAAAA3w/wlCB2fBRdqE/s1600/tumblr_lt9y9vyiXp1qd3f5co1_500.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xlplCwWIYK4/Tse5JCvoL9I/AAAAAAAAA3w/wlCB2fBRdqE/s320/tumblr_lt9y9vyiXp1qd3f5co1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676709420330397650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FFREXoMS9zY/Tse5I1Rj6QI/AAAAAAAAA3k/UQv7oKmKs4Q/s1600/tumblr_lrq6ao0O4S1r34juco1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FFREXoMS9zY/Tse5I1Rj6QI/AAAAAAAAA3k/UQv7oKmKs4Q/s320/tumblr_lrq6ao0O4S1r34juco1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676709416714627330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m3dLlBu9-AU/Tse45y0IifI/AAAAAAAAA3U/hYjKVvcvztk/s1600/tumblr_lq7bg8DBsp1qbvd39o1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m3dLlBu9-AU/Tse45y0IifI/AAAAAAAAA3U/hYjKVvcvztk/s320/tumblr_lq7bg8DBsp1qbvd39o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676709158356290034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T3GmzljkEF8/Tse45oioKNI/AAAAAAAAA3I/7GU-Py7aznE/s1600/tumblr_log73tUICT1qjh98ro1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T3GmzljkEF8/Tse45oioKNI/AAAAAAAAA3I/7GU-Py7aznE/s320/tumblr_log73tUICT1qjh98ro1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676709155598510290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IiZD_lI63Yw/Tse45RyCgnI/AAAAAAAAA28/JJgGvlo1U0I/s1600/tumblr_lo1mrkS1aJ1qdew9to1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IiZD_lI63Yw/Tse45RyCgnI/AAAAAAAAA28/JJgGvlo1U0I/s320/tumblr_lo1mrkS1aJ1qdew9to1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676709149489136242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1s71JSkeR7w/Tse45P8BJkI/AAAAAAAAA20/D-bk1HqQqPE/s1600/tumblr_lnpqqkClmA1qdlthio1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 205px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1s71JSkeR7w/Tse45P8BJkI/AAAAAAAAA20/D-bk1HqQqPE/s320/tumblr_lnpqqkClmA1qdlthio1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676709148994119234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LZ_D6icpltI/Tse45J329tI/AAAAAAAAA2o/7MPNU_lFg-Q/s1600/tumblr_lk1hb8p3151qcxieko1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LZ_D6icpltI/Tse45J329tI/AAAAAAAAA2o/7MPNU_lFg-Q/s320/tumblr_lk1hb8p3151qcxieko1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676709147366061778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Those pictures are taken from tumblr. I loveeee the beach. Wanted to write why but ahh, too lazy. Anyways, I thought of printing it and pasting in my room so that whenever I'm going to bed I can look at these pictures and have my mind relaxed and I can sleep peacefully. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;BUT! &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;1. Printers hate me. The old printer hates me, and now the new one also hates me. I don't know why. The colour is so different. And it had "lines" AGAIN. So ugly!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;2. I suddenly realised, I sleep with the lights off. What's the point then. I don't even know whether to laugh at myself or just shoot myself.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WZNTlppMcmg/Tse4n-8Po5I/AAAAAAAAA2c/IrqaPVNrm50/s1600/DSC00275.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WZNTlppMcmg/Tse4n-8Po5I/AAAAAAAAA2c/IrqaPVNrm50/s320/DSC00275.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676708852373889938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"The wall"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P/S: I don't know why the words above are underlined. Don't know how to change it either. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248387741376664596-7717432108042519622?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/7717432108042519622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=7717432108042519622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/7717432108042519622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/7717432108042519622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2011/11/those-pictures-are-taken-from-tumblr.html' title='Freedom and a little peace.'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gh80QhFB4vE/Tse5Jm9mEiI/AAAAAAAAA4I/D6wIb80MqYM/s72-c/tumblr_lumsrmXej21qg0qplo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-6713711102206220542</id><published>2011-11-15T22:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T22:36:15.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teeheee! =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GUESS WHO HAS MOZILLA FIREFOX NOW?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Actually, it's not that great. At least it's better than that crappy Internet Explorer. I hope =/&lt;br /&gt;And, it's still soooo slowwwww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248387741376664596-6713711102206220542?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/6713711102206220542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=6713711102206220542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/6713711102206220542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/6713711102206220542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2011/11/teeheee-d.html' title='Teeheee! =D'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-7955418233790766404</id><published>2011-11-11T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T21:45:41.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Class dismissed.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I ask myself, am I "eligible" to be mad at someone, something or a certain event that happened in my life.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much I try to convince myself that I am, the answer is always no.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248387741376664596-7955418233790766404?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/7955418233790766404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=7955418233790766404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/7955418233790766404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/7955418233790766404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2011/11/class-dismissed.html' title='Class dismissed.'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-5881217686083377108</id><published>2011-11-09T22:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T22:29:47.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Therefore you are inexcusable, O man, whosoever you are that judge: for in what you judge another, you condemn yourself; for you that judge do the same things.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Romans 2:1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ridicule - paper bullets of the brain. It will not harm you, but it will hurt you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;-Shakespeare&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Place me like a seal over your heart, like a seal on your arm; for love is as strong as death, its jealousy unyielding as the grave. It burns like blazing fire, like a mighty flame.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Song of Solomon 8:6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248387741376664596-5881217686083377108?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/5881217686083377108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=5881217686083377108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/5881217686083377108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/5881217686083377108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2011/11/therefore-you-are-inexcusable-o-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-9197559406423609026</id><published>2011-11-07T21:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T22:29:00.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because my hand is always itchy like that.</title><content type='html'>Some of you might know that I've been wanting to cut my hair for quite some time now but I too &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sayang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; my hair ^^&lt;br /&gt;But! I hate letting others to cut it because the results are always, you know =P (maybe it's because my hair lousy T.T) Too many emoticons &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to leave my hair the way it is but it's falling like waterfall -___-&lt;br /&gt;No joke! I want to wash hair also scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;I decided why not I cut myself. Not THAT difficult right ; I can handle a scissor too.&lt;br /&gt;Bad bad decision. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6UxNE7LGcfo/Trfj-R7YkiI/AAAAAAAAA1k/1XYvNVmmx5k/s1600/DSC04340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672252914800300578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6UxNE7LGcfo/Trfj-R7YkiI/AAAAAAAAA1k/1XYvNVmmx5k/s320/DSC04340.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Maybe right then and there I knew it was a wrong choice. &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;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gpsNFSHCN3U/TrfjURkzYNI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/EDdKu2I5tI8/s1600/DSC04339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672252193151082706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gpsNFSHCN3U/TrfjURkzYNI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/EDdKu2I5tI8/s320/DSC04339.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7r9obxrn5Cc/TrfjUNuxxJI/AAAAAAAAA1M/UHs7UEiY9mM/s1600/DSC04338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672252192119178386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7r9obxrn5Cc/TrfjUNuxxJI/AAAAAAAAA1M/UHs7UEiY9mM/s320/DSC04338.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yea la, my skills &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;teruk&lt;/span&gt; la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0sC6arzC_uw/TrfjT5pzqdI/AAAAAAAAA1A/JTBAbezmm0I/s1600/DSC04335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672252186729621970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0sC6arzC_uw/TrfjT5pzqdI/AAAAAAAAA1A/JTBAbezmm0I/s320/DSC04335.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TADAA&lt;/span&gt;! I hated it. So "choppy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then my brother had to say, your fringe so ugly. Not balance.&lt;br /&gt;-________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I em &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kam&lt;/span&gt; wan ( not satisfied? ) so I decided to cut my fringe also. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Btw&lt;/span&gt;, I cut my fringe myself. Not bad right from the pictures above =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this time, I made a mad mistake.&lt;br /&gt;And I turned into a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lala&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vHAub3xtMzg/TrfjTsBjfOI/AAAAAAAAA00/5PCb2Wug4bY/s1600/DSC04318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672252183071128802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vHAub3xtMzg/TrfjTsBjfOI/AAAAAAAAA00/5PCb2Wug4bY/s320/DSC04318.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not straight fringe &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ftw&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7ZAxxEz9lHs/TrfjTST-iOI/AAAAAAAAA0o/cOeEqqTQtXA/s1600/DSC04330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672252176169076962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7ZAxxEz9lHs/TrfjTST-iOI/AAAAAAAAA0o/cOeEqqTQtXA/s320/DSC04330.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lalaness&lt;/span&gt; all the way. Sigh.&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="left"&gt;P/S: Unless you can remove your head and look at it without using a mirror, DON'T ACT SMART AND CUT YOUR OWN HAIR. But then again, how are you going to see without your eyes. Hopefully may hair does not drop that much anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P/P/S: If you see me "patting" my hair. DON'T LAUGH. But now have to remember not to push fringe to the side -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I MUST say this. I miss my hair =P &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/248387741376664596-9197559406423609026?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/9197559406423609026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=9197559406423609026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/9197559406423609026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/9197559406423609026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2011/11/because-my-hand-is-always-itchy-like.html' title='Because my hand is always itchy like that.'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6UxNE7LGcfo/Trfj-R7YkiI/AAAAAAAAA1k/1XYvNVmmx5k/s72-c/DSC04340.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-4991297647306009443</id><published>2011-10-31T20:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T20:57:08.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No point trying to evade it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never let life's hardships disturb you ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no one can avoid problems, not even saints or sages.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Nichiren Daishonen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248387741376664596-4991297647306009443?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/4991297647306009443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=4991297647306009443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/4991297647306009443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/4991297647306009443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2011/10/no-point-trying-to-evade-it.html' title='No point trying to evade it.'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-2290895221746737745</id><published>2011-10-30T21:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T21:10:30.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once bitten, twice shy.</title><content type='html'>1. There's a pimple chilling right in the middle of nose. Pain!&lt;br /&gt;2. Tybalt : " People Happy Feet, you Fat Feet.&lt;br /&gt;3. I just heard *doom*. The neighbour boy fell and knocked his head I think O.O&lt;br /&gt;4. My homework, my homework.&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm a bad person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248387741376664596-2290895221746737745?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/2290895221746737745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=2290895221746737745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/2290895221746737745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/2290895221746737745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2011/10/once-bitten-twice-shy.html' title='Once bitten, twice shy.'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-5709641425921417273</id><published>2011-10-29T20:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T20:48:42.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Houston, we got a little problem.</title><content type='html'>First and foremost, I can't change my font -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, I hope my immunity system is strong enough cause that ugly-black-and-white mosquito bit me this afternoon. SO MANY TIMES. And cause I'm paranoid like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;uhhh&lt;/span&gt;... There's no third.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Booo&lt;/span&gt;! to all those &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hypocrite&lt;/span&gt; adults.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248387741376664596-5709641425921417273?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/5709641425921417273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=5709641425921417273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/5709641425921417273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/5709641425921417273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2011/10/houston-we-got-little-problem.html' title='Houston, we got a little problem.'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-8639462480676371076</id><published>2011-10-27T19:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T20:08:10.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a bite of my heart tonight.</title><content type='html'>So, I was watching this tamil movie (certain tamil movies are awesome I tell you) and I will skip what I was planning to type and the lesson is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T TRUST RICH FAMOUS HANDSOME GUYS.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, the ones that you don't notice? Go after them =P&lt;br /&gt;I was just kidding bout the don't trust the rich handsome guys thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANDDDDD, gahhhh, I'm a chicken.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Sunway with the classmates and we watched Paranormal Activity 3.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I was one of them who suggested that movie.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I was eager to watch it.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I closed my eyes almost throughout the whole movie.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm the chicken T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;And, Wednesday is Deepavali.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, Happy Deepavali to all indians who read this blog. ( If there was any in the beginning )&lt;br /&gt;I came back home around 7/8 p.m.? Thank you Wei Boon and parents! xD&lt;br /&gt;I tried staying awake because I wanted to watch Gossip Girl =P&lt;br /&gt;Around 11.15 p.m. really cannot tahan so I just slept on the sofa.&lt;br /&gt;*BOOM* -_______-&lt;br /&gt;* boom bing bang pong piang boom badoom boom boom badoom boom he got that super bass =P*&lt;br /&gt;Kena heart attack so I woke up with a pounding head and heart and angrily went to the room to sleep&lt;br /&gt;THEN I REMEMBERED THE SCENE FORM PARANORMAL ACTIVITY.&lt;br /&gt;With an uneasy heart I tried to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;AFTER SO LONG ( 15 minutes like that ) I finally gathered enough courage to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN, 12.00 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;*boom badoom boom boom badoom boom yeah that's that super bass*&lt;br /&gt;-______-&lt;br /&gt;So for 2 or 3 hours I was struggling to sleep because of the boom whatever boom and my nonsense imagination ( I hate you PA3! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next night!&lt;br /&gt;SAME THING.&lt;br /&gt;This time worse cause I was tired but not as tired as yesterday. Kept RUNNING out of my room cause I got scared every 5 minutes! GOSH! Every object in my room can relate to that movie!&lt;br /&gt;Mom kept asking why and I gave excuses after excuses.&lt;br /&gt;Then when I almost slept boom here and there again -__-&lt;br /&gt;THEN my imagination caused my lack of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praying for a good night sleep tonight. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I like walking in Taman Rakyat.&lt;br /&gt;Went up and sesat there. Met nice people and left them half way through cause we thought we were pro like that and then sesat again -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day people! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : MUST cut hair already. After washing I'll usually comb through using my hand and then comb. I'll be horrified with the amount of hair stucked on my fingers. And then when I look at the comb -__- HAIR, WHY MUST TREAT ME LIKE THAT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248387741376664596-8639462480676371076?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/8639462480676371076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=8639462480676371076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/8639462480676371076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/8639462480676371076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2011/10/take-bite-of-my-heart-tonight.html' title='Take a bite of my heart tonight.'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-5424496251385892043</id><published>2011-10-25T02:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T02:59:38.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's just my problem</title><content type='html'>Dying to sleep during exam week yet I didn't had the chance to.&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have I'm not appreciating it.&lt;br /&gt;MUST.GO.SLEEP.NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel my organs punching me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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problem'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-7989153080678809033</id><published>2011-10-23T23:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T23:43:06.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you know</title><content type='html'>that I blog at tumblr too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://theolapuah.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://theolapuah.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to tumblr for now.&lt;br /&gt;I sense it's a one day thing. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248387741376664596-7989153080678809033?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/7989153080678809033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=7989153080678809033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/7989153080678809033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/7989153080678809033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2011/10/do-you-know.html' title='Do you know'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-2638988399116645172</id><published>2011-10-07T21:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T21:38:45.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The boy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OFMkYxH1WZA/To8ABljC3BI/AAAAAAAAAzE/pjmYFyp31EQ/s1600/P8310508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660743283886971922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OFMkYxH1WZA/To8ABljC3BI/AAAAAAAAAzE/pjmYFyp31EQ/s320/P8310508.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y1BEnhEjbT0/To8AA-ZVg-I/AAAAAAAAAy8/yaLpGnAZ6O4/s1600/P8310484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660743273377268706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y1BEnhEjbT0/To8AA-ZVg-I/AAAAAAAAAy8/yaLpGnAZ6O4/s320/P8310484.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gx7xAfo3nXo/To8AAy3sCYI/AAAAAAAAAy0/nW1YYfwabZk/s1600/P8310495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660743270283348354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gx7xAfo3nXo/To8AAy3sCYI/AAAAAAAAAy0/nW1YYfwabZk/s320/P8310495.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-04MTOi0Jf7E/To8AAguiREI/AAAAAAAAAys/jEuxJ18BuXk/s1600/P8310496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660743265413121090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-04MTOi0Jf7E/To8AAguiREI/AAAAAAAAAys/jEuxJ18BuXk/s320/P8310496.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chasing after the bubbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N6mfJUNBb6Y/To8AAaXC7-I/AAAAAAAAAyk/JAP6PtJQlos/s1600/P8310490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660743263703986146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N6mfJUNBb6Y/To8AAaXC7-I/AAAAAAAAAyk/JAP6PtJQlos/s320/P8310490.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Showing me his angry bird. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--mUHrrRHg0M/To7-oU7Q8XI/AAAAAAAAAx8/xo11A0bQuz4/s1600/P8310505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660741750416798066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--mUHrrRHg0M/To7-oU7Q8XI/AAAAAAAAAx8/xo11A0bQuz4/s320/P8310505.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/248387741376664596-2638988399116645172?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/2638988399116645172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=2638988399116645172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/2638988399116645172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/2638988399116645172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2011/10/boy.html' title='The boy.'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OFMkYxH1WZA/To8ABljC3BI/AAAAAAAAAzE/pjmYFyp31EQ/s72-c/P8310508.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-8445517394017142694</id><published>2011-10-07T21:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T21:24:20.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Le bananananana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WFuGBMaQ8OU/To787_ZVxxI/AAAAAAAAAx0/TtXiKnp6DF4/s1600/P8240482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660739889211492114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WFuGBMaQ8OU/To787_ZVxxI/AAAAAAAAAx0/TtXiKnp6DF4/s320/P8240482.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was afraid to eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248387741376664596-8445517394017142694?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/8445517394017142694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=8445517394017142694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/8445517394017142694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/8445517394017142694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2011/10/le-bananananana.html' title='Le bananananana'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WFuGBMaQ8OU/To787_ZVxxI/AAAAAAAAAx0/TtXiKnp6DF4/s72-c/P8240482.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-5065344874861259518</id><published>2011-09-28T18:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T18:45:54.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MUST.RUN.FASTER.NEXT.TIME!</title><content type='html'>I STILL CANNOT FORGIVE THAT GUY WHO STOLE MY PHONE.&lt;br /&gt;I really thought I did.&lt;br /&gt;It's just that, these past weeks I've been using(?) the public bus to go back home.&lt;br /&gt;AND, every time I do my heart will turn black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll imagine having pepper spray and running slightly faster and pressing the nozzle and trying to avoid getting it myself by covering my face with my books, which I should have just thrown at him or left it so I could run faster and kicking him THERE when he tries to snatch my phone back and the satisfaction I'll have if somehow the books strucked his head and he faints or seeing him in pain because of the pepper spray or because of my mega kick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248387741376664596-5065344874861259518?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/5065344874861259518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=5065344874861259518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/5065344874861259518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/5065344874861259518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2011/09/mustrunfasternexttime.html' title='MUST.RUN.FASTER.NEXT.TIME!'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-3125289260187380905</id><published>2011-09-26T19:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T20:00:22.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To the girl who always spoil the picture by closing her eyes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0dRKEL3gGFc/ToBk5lMFjmI/AAAAAAAAAxs/5hBX5z7LXVQ/s1600/IMG_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 221px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656632072375471714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0dRKEL3gGFc/ToBk5lMFjmI/AAAAAAAAAxs/5hBX5z7LXVQ/s320/IMG_0002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You, my dear, have been a blessing to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248387741376664596-3125289260187380905?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0dRKEL3gGFc/ToBk5lMFjmI/AAAAAAAAAxs/5hBX5z7LXVQ/s72-c/IMG_0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-5144914263475020341</id><published>2011-09-18T18:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T19:05:35.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause When the Sun Rays Changes Direction, it's About Time You Do Too.</title><content type='html'>EVERYBODY LOOK TO THE RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;Heheh. If somehow you usually scroll down when you read my blog, you'll realise the nuffnang ad thing.&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE CLICK ON IT! How many times you want also can. Thank you! ( When got advertisement only you click. Don't have then tak payah)&lt;br /&gt;To those who don't know, we greedy bloggers put it to earn some cash.&lt;br /&gt;You click and click then they'll pay us RM0.11. ( For me lah T.T )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I placed it in my blog since 2008. But after a while, tak kaut untung I told it, "belah la"&lt;br /&gt;Then recently ( actually I don't know ) I placed it back again.&lt;br /&gt;We'll get paid once we reach the RM 50.00 mark.&lt;br /&gt;Guess my amount.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Don't laugh!&lt;br /&gt;RM 8.80 -____-&lt;br /&gt;Super pathetic lo.&lt;br /&gt;So help me click on it kay! Thank you =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Why that title? I've always love looking at sun rays. You lucky only can see it okay. So this morning in the car while I was going to church I thought of that warm sun rays touching my skin ( yeah la yeah la, compulsive daydreamer ). And I realised, in school, we'll do WHATEVER it takes to avoid sunshine. Hence, the title means when the sunlight touches you, you've got to find new ways to avoid it again. Don't worry, I don't know what I'm trying to prove too. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248387741376664596-5144914263475020341?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/5144914263475020341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=5144914263475020341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/5144914263475020341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/5144914263475020341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2011/09/cause-when-sun-rays-changes-direction.html' title='Cause When the Sun Rays Changes Direction, it&apos;s About Time You Do Too.'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-5208166564224064681</id><published>2011-09-17T19:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T19:48:35.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm just a kid.</title><content type='html'>Holla!&lt;br /&gt;Not lying, I've got so many things in my mind but yeah, you know why.&lt;br /&gt;It's Saturday. So as usual, every morning I'll attend PA tuition class.&lt;br /&gt;These past weeks I've been going early to Yan Hui's house before tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons why I love going there:&lt;br /&gt;1) So much nonsense to talk about ( So many people to talk about =P )&lt;br /&gt;2) Never fail to laugh like a mad woman.&lt;br /&gt;3) Stack em' domino!&lt;br /&gt;( I would loveee to show you our videos but blogger hates me. Can't upload pictures also)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason why I'm erm not keen on going there.&lt;br /&gt;1) I'LL LAUGH LIKE MAD AND GO CRAZY AND SWEAT! Then I'll be sweaty and stinky before tuition. Hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tuition my aunt took me to the something kota hospital. Sri Kota! I think.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to enter so I waited for her in the waiting room.&lt;br /&gt;After awhile an old man (still wearing the hospital gown) came with his granddaughter.&lt;br /&gt;There's a construction going on beside the hospital and we could see it through the door. Kidding. Window lah.&lt;br /&gt;So they sat there staring at them and this granddaugther, a perfect example why kids can be so fascinating and annoying. She's around 5yo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while I was there, of course I kepo kepo listen to their conversation.&lt;br /&gt;Maths time!&lt;br /&gt;Let granddaughter= GD&lt;br /&gt;Let old man= WK ( Cause I heard her calling him wai kong or something like that )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were speaking in mandarin lah. So after translating it's not that adorable anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GD: Wai kong, wai kong, they scared or not?&lt;br /&gt;How are they going to come down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WK: Slowly climb down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GD: They scared or not?&lt;br /&gt;Will they fall? ( WK did not answer so she kept asking until beh tahan already she shouted,&lt;br /&gt;WAI KONG! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WK: (Tak tau dia cakap apa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GD: Are they good or bad people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WK: (Still couldn't hear what he said)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GD: Everyone is good. Bad people is bad. Police captures bad people.&lt;br /&gt;Why are they burning that thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WK: To stick it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GD: Will the building fall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*She heard people talking, so she took a look and saw a bunch of nurses*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GD: Why are the doctors carrying their bag?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WK: They are going home already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GD: Why they want to go back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WK: Their working time is over. Other people will take over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GD: Change to good or bad people? ( Hahah, so cute)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GD: Why are you here alone?&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone to accompany you?&lt;br /&gt;Why got no one accompany you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WK: You don't wanna stay here with me, so I sleep here alone lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GD: *silence*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my aunt came and I had to leave so no more kepo-ing.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I had the curiosity kids have but then that will just annoy people and I'll have a bleeding nose.&lt;br /&gt;Kids are fascinating!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248387741376664596-5208166564224064681?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/5208166564224064681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=5208166564224064681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/5208166564224064681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/5208166564224064681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-just-kid.html' title='I&apos;m just a kid.'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-658520308462716316</id><published>2011-09-16T10:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T10:44:47.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I always get cheated?!Why I always get cheated?!</title><content type='html'>Digi is the worst parasite ever! And that concludes everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248387741376664596-658520308462716316?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/658520308462716316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=658520308462716316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/658520308462716316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/658520308462716316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2011/09/why-i-always-get-cheatedwhy-i-always.html' title='Why I always get cheated?!Why I always get cheated?!'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-1952181258978391217</id><published>2011-09-02T10:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T10:24:35.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They call it love.</title><content type='html'>I always had thought that indian guys are the most loyal ones.&lt;br /&gt;Today I was proven wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Cina, india, melayu, doesn't matter who, if they find a better one, they'll leave you.&lt;br /&gt;But, why settle for second best right?&lt;br /&gt;I didn't ask you to cheat ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I'm not dating an indian guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248387741376664596-1952181258978391217?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/1952181258978391217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=1952181258978391217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/1952181258978391217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/1952181258978391217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2011/09/they-call-it-love.html' title='They call it love.'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-8462122393733272935</id><published>2011-09-01T00:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T00:07:33.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ze blogspot is annoyingz.</title><content type='html'>I want to post pictures but EVERY SINGLE TIME I DO IT, the whole thing will get stucked and ta daa, close everything and start from scratch and the whole process repeats.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and it's not blogspot's fault. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;Change title.&lt;br /&gt;Ze Internet Explorer is annoyingz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248387741376664596-8462122393733272935?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/8462122393733272935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=8462122393733272935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/8462122393733272935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/8462122393733272935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2011/09/ze-blogspot-is-annoyingz.html' title='Ze blogspot is annoyingz.'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-8492930151746290004</id><published>2011-08-29T00:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T01:09:33.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're ten thousand miles apart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S_7yLwqScC4/Tlp1ysxbLFI/AAAAAAAAAw0/XxlJKKYJrOE/s1600/DSC04157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645954596734708818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S_7yLwqScC4/Tlp1ysxbLFI/AAAAAAAAAw0/XxlJKKYJrOE/s320/DSC04157.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248387741376664596-8492930151746290004?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/8492930151746290004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=8492930151746290004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/8492930151746290004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/8492930151746290004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2011/08/were-ten-thousand-miles-apart.html' title='We&apos;re ten thousand miles apart.'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S_7yLwqScC4/Tlp1ysxbLFI/AAAAAAAAAw0/XxlJKKYJrOE/s72-c/DSC04157.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-6162437677775356085</id><published>2011-08-19T00:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T00:35:05.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I realised again that I'm a hypocrite.</title><content type='html'>Everyday I pray for forgiveness and the strength to forgive.&lt;br /&gt;Today I &lt;del&gt;finally found out&lt;/del&gt; realised how much hatred and unforgiveness I still have within me. I seriously thought I had let it go but, sigh, I guess I haven't.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to change and learn to forgive but I just kept thinking that it's their fault for agitating it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248387741376664596-6162437677775356085?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/6162437677775356085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=6162437677775356085' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/6162437677775356085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/6162437677775356085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2011/08/and-i-realised-again-that-im-hypocrite.html' title='And I realised again that I&apos;m a hypocrite.'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-1580382267007077485</id><published>2011-08-07T20:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T20:35:37.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE, WANT, NEED Food!</title><content type='html'>Supposed to finish up my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wayyyy&lt;/span&gt; too long postponed maths homework but, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ahhh&lt;/span&gt;, I'll work it out later. I wanted to blog about this LAST &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt; but couldn't care less. Don't worry, I never truly understood what I wanted either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List of items I loveee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I clicked on add image but it didn't "open" -____-&lt;br /&gt;Next time lah then! xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248387741376664596-1580382267007077485?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/1580382267007077485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=1580382267007077485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/1580382267007077485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/1580382267007077485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-love-want-need-food.html' title='I LOVE, WANT, NEED Food!'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-1291100755512723843</id><published>2011-07-31T16:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T16:57:20.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And they say sanity is necessary.</title><content type='html'>If there's one thing I would never want to let go off,&lt;br /&gt;it would be You, oh Lord.&lt;br /&gt;Help keep me sane.&lt;br /&gt;Help me to hold on to You.&lt;br /&gt;Help me to remember my promises,&lt;br /&gt;my always unkept promises.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248387741376664596-1291100755512723843?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/1291100755512723843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=1291100755512723843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/1291100755512723843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/1291100755512723843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2011/07/and-they-say-sanity-is-necessary.html' title='And they say sanity is necessary.'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-1201369587926467476</id><published>2011-07-30T07:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T08:18:32.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are excused from reading this messy post.</title><content type='html'>It's 7.24 a.m. now. Just woke up from sleep. Still feeling drowsy but I must blog now! Because like they said, you easily forget your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes my dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ( the whole church/ r.rangers? ) went for a camp. It's like a resort, with the sea/lake/river just below the balcony ( I really don't know how to describe )&lt;br /&gt;They were playing a game in the water and someone asked me to join. At first I said no, but in the end I decided why not and went to change to my swimming suit^^&lt;br /&gt;On the way there I was accompanied by my mom. A few event happened before I reached the toilet but I can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I reached the toilet. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Buttt&lt;/span&gt;, before that I was already wearing one. -__- So I went to the toilet to put on another one! I wanted to check how I looked and ta &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;daa&lt;/span&gt;, I went to my room ( my REAL, house's room ) to look. See, dreams are like that. From a resort to your own room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, these scene, I don't know it's between which, but yeah. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alvina was driving back home from somewhere far at full speed! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Aahh&lt;/span&gt;, never mind too complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after changing, I walked with my mom back to that place. Of course, since it is a dream, we passed through beautiful gardens and met my other family members who were enjoying the view. Walk to the toilet so fast lo, walk back there so long. -__- Oh, and toilet! Supposed to be bathroom. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Heh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly, my mom switched to Alvina. I didn't realise that obviously. So we continue walking. You know that place in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Genting&lt;/span&gt; where there's so many escalators and you just keep going up or down? Yeah, the path to there was like that. The whole group then turned into my schoolmates and I clearly remember some of them but I will not name them. *They-who-shall-not-be-named*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, while climbing the stairs ( and pushing rubbishes into secret passages and going through it -__- ) there's a group of students from my school that chanted something to protest about something. I remember thinking it was stupid because at that time I remembered what they said &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; I was also pouring smarties along the way! Don't know why I was doing that but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, we heard a commotion. By that time the crowd transformed into strangers and Alvina appeared back beside me. We were in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sunway&lt;/span&gt; Pyramid! I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thinkkk&lt;/span&gt;. But a very &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;talll&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sunway&lt;/span&gt; Pyramid. Really, it's like a hotel's height but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hugeee&lt;/span&gt; also. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sooo&lt;/span&gt; many escalators! ( There, the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Genting&lt;/span&gt; one I told you )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when we heard the commotion we started running to the escalators and trying to climb as high as we can. After almost reaching the top, the building suddenly started to shake ( I think by that time I knew that a flood was happening or something) So of course, when the building shakes what do you do? Run back all the way down again of course. ( If you knew the way I climb staircases and saw me in my dreams, you would be proud &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember Alvina and I was on the second floor because I pointed the "2" at her but of course it's just a dream and we were able to see the outside of the building which is supposed to be on the ground floor. We saw sexy people in swimming suits/ trunks beside the beach and SPLASH. The size of the splash was as if a sumo jumped into the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that time I remember thinking, this is it, tsunami, end of the world. So of course, the two of us healthy, fit athletes in my dreams started running up the escalators all the way again. The whole building was divided into two. There was a higher set of escalators. ( too lazy too describe )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water was already rushing in and I think at one moment of time it was the on the same floor as us. But we continued our athletes' journey =P We were on the highest floor then, standing the highest bar with a few people beside. I think my mom was beside us too -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were swaying here and there, close to falling until I moved and gripped something else and we were stable ( &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hua&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hua&lt;/span&gt;, I'm a heroine =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember standing on that bar thinking, God is here to finally judge us. Everyone started praying and asking for forgiveness. I wanted to but I thought, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nahh&lt;/span&gt; it's too late. I've sinned too much and asking for forgiveness now is just, too late. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bahhh&lt;/span&gt;. Then there was this moment of silence. That moment of just waiting as that high raised water calmed down and we all just don't exactly know what to do. Then two girls suddenly fell into the water. It's like corpses falling down. They dropped and just floated there -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ANDDD&lt;/span&gt;, a couple of guys in uniforms started dragging a few person down from safety dragged them and threw them down. Including that 2 corpses. After I woke up I suddenly realised, how did they walk on the water?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if it really happened will I still remain like my calm self in my dream? (Except the running to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;safety&lt;/span&gt; part)&lt;br /&gt;I woke up wondering why I did not think, "I can finally meet Him"&lt;br /&gt;I honestly was frightened and I said, no more backsliding!&lt;br /&gt;Wake up call for me, maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: MUST FASTER FINISH MY TUITION HOMEWORK, FINISH UP SOME STUFFS, AND STUDY FOR MY TEST. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248387741376664596-1201369587926467476?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/1201369587926467476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=1201369587926467476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/1201369587926467476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/1201369587926467476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2011/07/you-are-excused-form-reading-this-messy.html' title='You are excused from reading this messy post.'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-4137049311250318039</id><published>2011-07-25T14:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T14:18:55.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I'm feeling so flyyy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like A&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633170257418032402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3mYTXw0PVKY/Ti0KgNiylRI/AAAAAAAAAws/caftySZPV6o/s320/P6230476.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248387741376664596-4137049311250318039?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/4137049311250318039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=4137049311250318039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/4137049311250318039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/4137049311250318039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2011/07/now-im-feeling-so-flyyy.html' title='Now I&apos;m feeling so flyyy'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3mYTXw0PVKY/Ti0KgNiylRI/AAAAAAAAAws/caftySZPV6o/s72-c/P6230476.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-2228095198948500987</id><published>2011-07-20T17:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T18:24:33.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sad Life of A Rusty Lock.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AyzMdhSUjHI/TialAMBjgfI/AAAAAAAAAwk/tpfuyn3gKz8/s1600/Photo0357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631369806719713778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AyzMdhSUjHI/TialAMBjgfI/AAAAAAAAAwk/tpfuyn3gKz8/s320/Photo0357.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This lock had served it's purpose faithfully for 160 years. (I don't know how long lah okay. It just looks like it's 160 years old) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;One fine day, something tragic happened to it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It all started when a little oh-so-cute girl went to bathe, in the bathroom of course. (I tend to use the word toilet a lot. Go toilet bathe lah!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That's not the point. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Soooo, she bathe lo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After cleaning herself thoroughly by force, she walked to the room clad in a pink towel. (Not pink, not pink)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Of course, being a very smart and determined girl, she always locks the almost-out-of-her-reach lock whenever she enters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Done changing, the girl decided to lie on the bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sleeping after cleaning yourself. Amazing, no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That little oh-so-cute girl always put her towel back, which means unlocking that too-high-for-her lock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But on that fateful day, she decided to rest before putting her towel back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The next morning, she woke up with two very pissed off parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;According to them, the girl fell asleep and didn't wake up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The parents knocked on the door like mad, shouted her name, went to the window and knocked it tapi dia tak bangun bangun juga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dead sleeper. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So they broke in ( England karat, tak tau nak guna perkataan apa -__-) thinking she fainted or something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So there goes the life of the pityful lock. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P/S: I know I sleep walk (don't laugh)but I didn't realise I was THAT difficult to awaken. Oh well. Thank God I didn't kena scolding the next day. Hee hee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248387741376664596-2228095198948500987?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/2228095198948500987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=2228095198948500987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/2228095198948500987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/2228095198948500987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2011/07/sad-life-of-rusty-lock.html' title='The Sad Life of A Rusty Lock.'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AyzMdhSUjHI/TialAMBjgfI/AAAAAAAAAwk/tpfuyn3gKz8/s72-c/Photo0357.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-4723162763387958304</id><published>2011-07-15T22:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T23:06:30.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who do you think you are, running round leaving scars.</title><content type='html'>It's weird how I planned for so many things but didn't execute it thinking I would be leaving soon. Only till last 2 weeks or so I gave up on that &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;teeny weeny little tiny whatever small kecil micro&lt;/span&gt; hope of leaving. I really want to leave. No joke. Wait, it's not even a joke -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I suddenly remembered all those small details I wanted to change in my room and thought why not change it now since I'm not gonna leave soon. But nahh, too lazy. xD And I think that bad aura is coming back to me. Actually, I think I'm inviting it in. I think I'm starting to be violent again. Thoughts only laaa. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of thinking. I.CAN'T.THINK. Really. I hate studying. I hate anything that involves thinking. These days I dedicated my life to sleeping. ( I know using the word dedicated is kind of offensive in a way, but please forgive me ) I come back from school. Do my stuffs for about an hour. Then sleep till it's 8 p.m. Then watch tv! And do the other stuffs. Watch watch watch. Use the computer. Then back to sleeping. I'll start touching my homework. I just don't know when, yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andddd, physics is driving me nuts. -___- I just want to choke myself when I think about it. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248387741376664596-4723162763387958304?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/4723162763387958304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=4723162763387958304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/4723162763387958304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/4723162763387958304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2011/07/its-weird-how-i-planned-for-so-many.html' title='Who do you think you are, running round leaving scars.'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-3231506223256987572</id><published>2011-07-09T23:00:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T23:40:12.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I would cut my hair real short, if I had the look.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G8VOjSHDFNY/Thhw7lTcf-I/AAAAAAAAAwc/-UsXU6m42co/s1600/DSC00666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627371903327698914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G8VOjSHDFNY/Thhw7lTcf-I/AAAAAAAAAwc/-UsXU6m42co/s320/DSC00666.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nSAuJ3P0fTI/Thhw7aU87mI/AAAAAAAAAwU/x-pMY6yoUlw/s1600/DSC03929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627371900381228642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nSAuJ3P0fTI/Thhw7aU87mI/AAAAAAAAAwU/x-pMY6yoUlw/s320/DSC03929.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8egnajEIoiA/Thhw7VyZJtI/AAAAAAAAAwM/QsEiGpempCc/s1600/DSC04173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627371899162535634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8egnajEIoiA/Thhw7VyZJtI/AAAAAAAAAwM/QsEiGpempCc/s320/DSC04173.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tempted to cut my hair that way again. One side short, another side long. And yes, the first picture, my hair was that way. That side is the long side, so the other side looked retarded. -__- Hair too short that time. And no, I can never get back my "old" short hair. The ones during form 2. NOW HAIR TOO LITTLE T.T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, that's it! Oh ya, I'm starting to REALLY hate school again. Due to 1000000 million reasons. Just kidding. I just hate staying back and going for tuitions and worrying bout $$ and transport. I need to go tuition kay! Lord, give me a car please. Thank you. &lt;/div&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P/S: Paiseh, my england karat already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P/P/S: All the templates so ugly! Want to find nice ones but I don't want the anti-virus screaming at me again. So, I'll keep changing my template. Happy-sight-seeing! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/248387741376664596-3231506223256987572?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/3231506223256987572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=3231506223256987572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/3231506223256987572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/3231506223256987572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-would-cut-my-hair-real-short-if-i-had.html' title='I would cut my hair real short, if I had the look.'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G8VOjSHDFNY/Thhw7lTcf-I/AAAAAAAAAwc/-UsXU6m42co/s72-c/DSC00666.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-3549500008116864087</id><published>2011-07-08T22:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T22:52:20.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Incubus.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes when I'm alone, I wonder&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is there a spell that I am under&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keeping me from seeing the real thing?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sigh, someone, buy me the ticket please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm starting to wonder if I'm making the right choice. Maybe engineering is just not for me. Maybe all these studious subjects will never make me, ME. But, maybe it is. I might not be able to see it now, I just have to work hard bla bla bla. I was just kidding. It's really not me. I suck at Physics. Pffft. Maybe I'm suited to be a housewife. But then again, where to find a rich and handsome guy who'll somehow knock his head and marry me right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248387741376664596-3549500008116864087?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/3549500008116864087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=3549500008116864087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/3549500008116864087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/3549500008116864087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2011/07/incubus.html' title='Incubus.'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-7778842771869955120</id><published>2011-07-02T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T22:23:04.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Morning.</title><content type='html'>So we had the Larian 1Malaysia thing, bla bla bla. &lt;div&gt;I think Yan Hui and I were the last 2 from morning session. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took 45 minutes to reach. Hee hee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Jusco after that with her and Alvina. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's not my main story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So while I was walking towards school from Simpang 5, there were a group of boys around me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of them threw his friend's bag to him hoping he would catch it but he didn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guy A: Ini pun tak tau apasal you hidup?! You makan nasi ke mee goreng?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guy B: Mee goreng&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guy C: Nasi goreng!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay lah, not hilarious lah, don't need to laugh lah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248387741376664596-7778842771869955120?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/7778842771869955120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=7778842771869955120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/7778842771869955120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/7778842771869955120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2011/07/this-morning.html' title='This Morning.'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-4370369078119049386</id><published>2011-07-01T21:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T21:44:58.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Indian Restaurant With the Best Mutton. Everrr!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u-BOtWmUnnU/Tg3OsZUbRuI/AAAAAAAAAvs/zzdmyLNWNkM/s1600/DSC02864.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624378771761743586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u-BOtWmUnnU/Tg3OsZUbRuI/AAAAAAAAAvs/zzdmyLNWNkM/s320/DSC02864.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The one thing I look forward to everytime I dine in there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, and the mutton of course =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P/S: I sent this picture to The Star last year, but no, they didn't like it I guess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248387741376664596-4370369078119049386?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/4370369078119049386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=4370369078119049386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/4370369078119049386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/4370369078119049386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2011/07/indian-restaurant-with-best-mutton.html' title='The Indian Restaurant With the Best Mutton. Everrr!'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u-BOtWmUnnU/Tg3OsZUbRuI/AAAAAAAAAvs/zzdmyLNWNkM/s72-c/DSC02864.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-3112906195413441530</id><published>2011-06-28T19:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T19:44:38.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Insert you own title here*</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, about 10 pm I received a missed call from an unknown number.&lt;br /&gt;I messaged that number saying:&lt;br /&gt;Hey, you called?&lt;br /&gt;That unknown person replied:&lt;br /&gt;I hafe sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I didn't bother already la.&lt;br /&gt;Then about 1 am that number called again. So much for the I 'hafe' sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I answered and some WEIRDDD, PSYCHOTIC, FREAK man started saying words.&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't really hear what he said but there were other guys in the background telling him what to say. AND THEY ALL STARTED LAUGHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, of course, I'm a chicken, so I freaked out. Midnight, when everyone's asleep and you get this kind of phone calls you won't meh? ( Btw, I stayed up to do Chemistry homework + watch tv, although I think I did the latter more)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hung up ( hung up right?) and then that unknown creature sent me a text.&lt;br /&gt;It says:&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;I got even more afraid becauseeeee, I just watched Pretty Little Liars a couple of hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;Why is it related?&lt;br /&gt;The show is about four best friends who are stalked and receive text messages form their stalker. The stalker usually ends the message with -A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whoever you are, please stop disturbing me.&lt;br /&gt;I've got a weak heart.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you and byebye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248387741376664596-3112906195413441530?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/3112906195413441530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=3112906195413441530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/3112906195413441530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/3112906195413441530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2011/06/insert-you-own-title-here.html' title='*Insert you own title here*'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-3897718494682457245</id><published>2011-06-18T14:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T14:09:14.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sway with me.</title><content type='html'>This is captain Theola speaking. &lt;div&gt;Heh. No, not heh. Pffft, my computer died. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll just post a shortttt post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm doing fine. Really, just fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still confused but I think I'll cope up with the rest of the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anddd, can you people start blogging?! I mean, start updating your blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Very sien you know, no posts to read. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, byebye! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248387741376664596-3897718494682457245?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/3897718494682457245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=3897718494682457245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/3897718494682457245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/3897718494682457245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2011/06/sway-with-me.html' title='Sway with me.'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-89640676032732036</id><published>2011-06-07T16:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T17:02:41.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homework? What homework?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Taiwanese dramas are super addictive.&lt;br /&gt;No wait, make that dramas involving Show Luo. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;I spent 5 hours today watching Hi My Sweetheart.&lt;br /&gt;I actually started watching it last year, stopped half way, then continued then stopped again.&lt;br /&gt;Blame Youtube lahhh! Every time got that copyright thing. Tskk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Have I told you how much I loathe doing homework? Pfftt...&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/248387741376664596-89640676032732036?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/89640676032732036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=89640676032732036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/89640676032732036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/89640676032732036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2011/06/homework-what-homework.html' title='Homework? What homework?'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-3942307028380233601</id><published>2011-06-06T01:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T01:33:59.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Awards. Hee hee.</title><content type='html'>Because I'm too free like that. &lt;div&gt;Before I start, I viewed all the all comments posted on blog. Mostly spams, but there's this guy who gave me HELP for spelling. Oh, funny guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;BEST-EST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;FRIENDS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;EVERRRR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Yan Hui&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Jing Shin &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;( Both are also my most supportive friends. Their gestures never fail to touch my heart. I wanted to dedicate a REALLL long post for Yan Hui, just not now )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay lahh, actually can put in a few more. And I mean it okayy. But then it'll be weird, so let's move on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;MOST GENEROUS FRIEND&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;( In many ways, not $$ )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Vyonne Ann ( Also the best person to have fun with, bully, "discuss" bout others )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Xiao Shuang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;PRETTY PRETTY PEOPLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Joey Ang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Rou Zyn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Xiao Shuang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Steffi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okayy, must stop. I will end up typing everyone's name. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;MY COMPLAIN BUDDIES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Rome! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Summy Yummy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;THE ULTIMATE ROLE MODEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- T.H.E.O.L.A! ( Okay lah, I'm still thinking of another title. Be patient with me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;D' MAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Jo Dee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;MOST TALKATIVE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Alvina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ilazyalreadybye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/S: How come got no colour?! I so susah make it so colourful but came out black and white. -__-|||&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248387741376664596-3942307028380233601?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/3942307028380233601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=3942307028380233601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/3942307028380233601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/3942307028380233601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2011/06/awards-hee-hee.html' title='The Awards. Hee hee.'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-7959224337652484160</id><published>2011-06-04T09:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T09:13:47.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Pre-U life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nooooooooooooooooooooo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I didn't get matriks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;JPA appeal, sigh, don't wanna talk bout it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Too late to apply for scholarships through colleges.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Too much of a hassle to apply for loan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So what can I do now? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Pia Form 6 lo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248387741376664596-7959224337652484160?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/7959224337652484160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=7959224337652484160' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/7959224337652484160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/7959224337652484160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-pre-u-life.html' title='My Pre-U life.'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-8713226285812125193</id><published>2011-06-02T20:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T21:05:18.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of brothers and burgers</title><content type='html'>Few days ago my brother bought a box of chewing gum ( he's addicted to chewing it ).&lt;div&gt;A tiny box of chewing gum that costs RM 3.60. Madness I tell you. I suspect they are charging that much for the black box and gold wrapper cause the chewing gum didn't taste like heaven and it got tasteless and SO rubber-ish after 20 seconds ( No kidding. I mean, REALLY)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So why am I wasting my time typing about this useless-cheat-people's-money-kao-kao-chewing gum? My brother actually bought it for Pow Wow camp (I wanted to go lah, but no teman. All old liao =P) I asked him for ONE, he said NO. Yes, very kind of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So one fine day before he left for camp, he tried do business with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tybalt: *Opened my room door and peeked in* Jie, I give you one great deal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: *In my room, enjoying music. Removed one side of my earphones* What?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tybalt: I give you one chewing gum, you give me your burger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mind you, that burger was my dinner and he already ate one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there you go, my loving brother who cares for my desire to eat that ridiculously priced chewing gum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a great day people! And may your life be filled with awesome brothers like mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248387741376664596-8713226285812125193?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/8713226285812125193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=8713226285812125193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/8713226285812125193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/8713226285812125193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2011/06/of-brothers-and-burgers.html' title='Of brothers and burgers'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-2801626714198334115</id><published>2011-06-02T09:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T09:39:52.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cannot T.H.I.N.K</title><content type='html'>So, this whole "study where?" thing is killing me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They say it's slowly killing me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NO! Very fast. -__-|||&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I REALLY don't know what to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God, please let me be among the 500! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually I posted this because I don't want the pictures below to be blocked. Heee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there, byebye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/S: And then when I checked it's still blocked! ARGH. I know, can switch the pictures' positions. But I don't want. I type longer. Wait, I go toilet think first =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sooo, all I can think about is, nothing. Hopefully by the time I finish typing this the picture is not blocked anymore. Wait! Last sentence, I miss my ugly header =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/P/S: Still blocked le!! ( Hence, the space after each sentences ) &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/248387741376664596-2801626714198334115?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/2801626714198334115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=2801626714198334115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/2801626714198334115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/2801626714198334115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2011/06/cannot-think.html' title='Cannot T.H.I.N.K'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-1407649491145290252</id><published>2011-06-02T08:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T09:20:55.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Places / Events</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Class Gathering @ Sunway Pyramid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/215934_1970009611352_1276325705_2351631_998852_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 540px; height: 720px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Matthew's Surprise @ Fish Market xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/221927_2053705428782_1428943883_2449409_3889164_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 720px; height: 406px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Joey's Belated Birthday @ I-city&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/227070_212899198743956_100000716337922_701878_6864626_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 540px; height: 720px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Xiao Shuang's House Warming @ her house of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; ( But this picture is taken at somewhere else )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/253462_10150210645683599_585468598_7232393_3397218_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 720px; height: 540px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248387741376664596-1407649491145290252?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/1407649491145290252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=1407649491145290252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/1407649491145290252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/1407649491145290252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2011/06/places-events.html' title='Places / Events'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-520156617069142488</id><published>2011-05-29T20:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T20:40:19.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Made a wrong turn, once or twice.</title><content type='html'>Am I willing to work my ass off and be the best nerd and most active kid bla bla bla in Form 6? No, of course not. But I feel the need to. If "both" plans fail, I would not bother to try anymore. Maybe God wants me to stay there and start being responsible. Maybe that's the way He wants to prepare me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a great time in Form 6 people! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BE.A.NERD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248387741376664596-520156617069142488?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/520156617069142488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=520156617069142488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/520156617069142488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/520156617069142488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2011/05/made-wrong-turn-once-or-twice.html' title='Made a wrong turn, once or twice.'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-5564248654670038446</id><published>2011-05-17T14:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T14:18:03.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Birthday Wish(es)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;PP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Y B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;IR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;TH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;DA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Y! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Mei Xin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The quiet( to me la) girl with I believe, excessive thoughts that cannot be expressed. I don't know what I'm saying lah. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marlene!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sexy, horny, meat eater =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marc!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Tall tweety bird with the cutest laugh ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANDDD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY LILY LEE DEE DEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-I remember saying I'll do it for your birthday, but that time I didn't even bother to blog. So there you go my friend =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;P/S: Going to register for Form 6 tomorrow and settle my appeal thing for JPA. P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;leaseeee, pray for me and the rest. And no, I don't want to get stucked in Form 6 for long. God said the more you don't want something, the more it'll be given to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I REALLY DON'T WANT LA. T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248387741376664596-5564248654670038446?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/5564248654670038446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=5564248654670038446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/5564248654670038446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/5564248654670038446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2011/05/birthday-wishes.html' title='The Birthday Wish(es)'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-4649340325438761275</id><published>2011-05-16T22:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T22:21:47.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pa to tia.</title><content type='html'>Me iz emoz.&lt;br /&gt;Please remindz me notz postz emoz stuffz when zee is emoz.&lt;br /&gt;Thankzz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248387741376664596-4649340325438761275?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/4649340325438761275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=4649340325438761275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/4649340325438761275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/4649340325438761275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2011/05/pa-to-tia.html' title='Pa to tia.'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-7266443784798178025</id><published>2011-05-10T20:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T20:59:14.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How do I choose between my head and heart?</title><content type='html'>I feel like talking about politics today.&lt;br /&gt;Before you start making this face, -____-|| and accusing me of whatever, no I don't know anything about it. IMHO, I think it's sort of becoming a joke. It's interesting but stupid at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;I was really afraid if the JPA interviewers were gonna ask stuffs about it. Cause I really have no clue, except for the sex scandal thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And weather really hot. Can die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And! I want this bracelet. So pretty. T.T&lt;br /&gt;Forgot I stole it from which website already =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PCw_TPn3WqU/Tck1ojbsm-I/AAAAAAAAAvg/wt7WXFzICOA/s1600/GOSP11549.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 264px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PCw_TPn3WqU/Tck1ojbsm-I/AAAAAAAAAvg/wt7WXFzICOA/s320/GOSP11549.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605070182061743074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248387741376664596-7266443784798178025?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/7266443784798178025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=7266443784798178025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/7266443784798178025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/7266443784798178025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2011/05/how-do-i-choose-between-my-head-and.html' title='How do I choose between my head and heart?'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PCw_TPn3WqU/Tck1ojbsm-I/AAAAAAAAAvg/wt7WXFzICOA/s72-c/GOSP11549.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-3911937396504424804</id><published>2011-05-09T08:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T09:07:19.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeng Jeng Jeng</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So yes, JPA results. Today. 5 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;My brother said they will delay the time. Cause they did, few times, during his year.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully it comes out today, 5 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;It better come out TODAY, 5 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;5 pee amm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I making you proud?&lt;br /&gt;Can you even see this?&lt;br /&gt;Wait for me. I'll be there to join you soon.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I'll just work my ass off and be happy, not rich.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm planning to marry a rich AND handsome guy.&lt;br /&gt;Hee ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;P/S: Wanted to change the layout/background/template (I will never know the difference) but then the stupid avast started screaming said trojan found! Trojan found! Got scared. Wanted to scan and delete whatever virus, but don't know how. They said click on abort connection, I kept clicking it kept screaming ( Not scream lah, those annoying-scare-you-till-you-pee siren) Also, I deleted my chatbox. Too much spam. Wanted to login and delete them but can't remember the username. -__-|| So there goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/P/S: Edit don't know how many times liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248387741376664596-3911937396504424804?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/3911937396504424804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=3911937396504424804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/3911937396504424804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/3911937396504424804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2011/05/jeng-jeng-jeng.html' title='Jeng Jeng Jeng'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-6434304805665403392</id><published>2011-05-08T00:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T00:11:48.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choke me please.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wanted to decorate the inside of the card I made for my mom just now.&lt;br /&gt;So I carefully closed the door.&lt;br /&gt;Quietly open the store room door and praying she won't wake up while pulling out the colour papers.&lt;br /&gt;And, ta daa, she suddenly open the door and asked me why I closed it. -__-||&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, she started saying "so cool man" after watching I Not Stupid Too yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, to all my Biru classmates,&lt;br /&gt;Don't know whether any of you read my blog but remember that time during standard 5 when Pn. Susila caned us and asked us to raise our hands till we almost wished we didn't have arms?&lt;br /&gt;I was the cause.&lt;br /&gt;SORRY! =P&lt;br /&gt;But good experience right?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH.&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/248387741376664596-6434304805665403392?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/6434304805665403392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=6434304805665403392' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/6434304805665403392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/6434304805665403392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2011/05/choke-me-please.html' title='Choke me please.'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-3793386549208877804</id><published>2011-05-06T12:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T13:07:07.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alma Mater</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And so JPA decided to have the last laugh by announcing the results on the 9th. Good job people. Really. My I-want-to-go-cuckoo-liao-meter is increasing. It increased lah, then it didn't exist anymore. Heheh. I asked God, "why can't You just make it easier for me?" And hor, usually when I ask God a question there will always be an answer. Like a voice in my head. But I guess it's just what I thought was the answer at that time lah. This time I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heard &lt;/span&gt;"if it's so easy, You wouldn't count on me anymore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not be going to Form 6. Yes, I said before, die also don't want to go. Then couple of months back it became my back up plan IN CASE I didn't get anything. THEN, I didn't bother to think about Form 6, trusting the Lord with all that I can. At that time it was easy to say, "yeah Lord, I trust You, I will get it." At that period of time when my faith was pretty strong, it had to do with several reasons. First it was because of my results. I got EXACTLY what I prayed for few days after I finished the papers. Second, my driving. No explanation needed. =P Third, many of you might have know that I wanted an iPod so badly at that time. I prayed, and my grandaunt wanted to buy it as a gift for me and my cousin. No, I didn't bother to get it in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy, contented, positive, glad and whatever good and encouraging words you can think of at that time. I was like, "God will provide, God will take care" till the extend I wanted to share on faith a few weeks ago during 300 seconds, but I believed God put it on pause. Cause if I did, I don't think it's complete. I trusted the Lord so much to the extend I didn't even bother to check which school I got for Form 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then everything just changed when THAT CUNNING JPA PEOPLE CHANGED THE DATE. (No lah, no drama) I became a chicken again. That was yesterday night btw. In the end, I checked which school I got. STAR, Y U NO LEAVE ME ALONE?! T.T Everyone told me to just register on Monday. I was really frustrated. I didn't WANT to register but my brain somehow told me I NEED to do it. I didn't want to at first because it's like telling God, I don't trust You, enough. Then that night I thought bout the 300 seconds thing and I almost wanted to choke myself. So much for wanting to share on faith. Before I slept, I prayed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning my mom told me that she told my aunt bout registering for Form 6. She said she kena &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cho&lt;/span&gt; =P She said, no confident meh? That was when I felt like I got slapped. My mind went &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;siao &lt;/span&gt;again. That was when I asked God bout the why not make it easier for me question. Beh tahan, weather so hot I went to bathe. You know how people say a lot of us make a life changing decision in the bathroom, something like that? Yes, then I decided to yes, trust the Lord. I told God, wait till I bath and dry my hair then I'll talk to You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was done bathing, a line just popped into my head (I don't know the right way to say it lah) "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I am with You, who shall be against You&lt;/span&gt;" Sounds so familiar, I know. So the final decision is, I'm not going to register for Form 6! Amen! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A "conversation" I had with my mom while typing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*phone rings*&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Who is that? ( These few days she kept asking me -__-||)&lt;br /&gt;Me: *SLIGHTLY pissed* Why you keep on ask?&lt;br /&gt;Mom: I just want to know ma.&lt;br /&gt;Me: My boyfriend lah, happy?&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Ask only lah, so fierce for what. Oh, boyfriend ah, God bess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_____-||| Sweat to the infinity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day people!  With lots of &lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; from God. Hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I ALWAYS type from as form. ALWAYS have to retype. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248387741376664596-3793386549208877804?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/3793386549208877804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=3793386549208877804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/3793386549208877804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/3793386549208877804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2011/05/alma-mater.html' title='Alma Mater'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-1007702610057465588</id><published>2011-05-04T14:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T14:44:41.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna ask you to dance right now, in the middle of the parking lot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My left eye's vision is slighty blur.&lt;br /&gt;Is it normal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: 40 minutes later, I found out why. My computer screen was reflecting the light from outside.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH. -____-|||&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/248387741376664596-1007702610057465588?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/1007702610057465588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=1007702610057465588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/1007702610057465588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/1007702610057465588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-wanna-ask-you-to-dance-right-now-in.html' title='I wanna ask you to dance right now, in the middle of the parking lot.'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-4218329408753366088</id><published>2011-05-02T03:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T03:27:09.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's no greater love than this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I lost my interest coming here everyday to spam.&lt;br /&gt;I've got lots of stuffs to write but my fingers gained a lot of weight lately and can't move around much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;crick... crick.. crick... mooo.. woof!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Can't think of anything else to say. -_-|||&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Money, please fly to me. Or fall on me. Or whichever way you prefer.&lt;br /&gt;As long as you come to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh ya, I'm materialistic. *sinister smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, you can start playing Gwen Stefani's Rich Girl and Luxurious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248387741376664596-4218329408753366088?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/4218329408753366088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=4218329408753366088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/4218329408753366088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/4218329408753366088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2011/05/theres-no-greater-love-than-this.html' title='There&apos;s no greater love than this.'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-4201888990106444858</id><published>2011-04-22T01:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T02:07:35.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe all I need is some help.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I tried going to bed early yesterday since going to bed late doesn't help.&lt;br /&gt;Went to bed at 12 a.m., rolled here rolled there, then looked at the clock it's 4 something.&lt;br /&gt;-______-|||.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Star Education Fund 'people' called me.&lt;br /&gt;Got the scholarship! =D But I declined. See, sometimes a scholarship is never enough.&lt;br /&gt;ALSO! Please &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;continue&lt;/span&gt; praying for my JPA scholarship.&lt;br /&gt;I'm assuming you guys ARE praying for me. If you don't I'll haunt your dreams and knock your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to find for a niceee layout, but I damn cerewet, sure got one part I don't like.&lt;br /&gt;ANDDD, I'm also trying to change the way I type. I somehow always type short short posts and separate the paragraphs unaccordingly. So, I've been trying to type loooonger posts and try to fill out the paragraphs and make it juicier, fatter, whatever synonym, but no hope. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, it's proven. I'm not cinak.&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/248387741376664596-4201888990106444858?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/4201888990106444858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=4201888990106444858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/4201888990106444858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/4201888990106444858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2011/04/maybe-all-i-need-is-some-help.html' title='Maybe all I need is some help.'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-4578788176331243052</id><published>2011-04-20T23:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T23:30:59.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need my earphones.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're so hypnotizing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Could you be the devil?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Could you be an angel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248387741376664596-4578788176331243052?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/4578788176331243052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=4578788176331243052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/4578788176331243052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/4578788176331243052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-need-my-earphones.html' title='I need my earphones.'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-5346500428085193310</id><published>2011-04-19T22:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T00:02:57.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave my hairstylist dream alone. CHECK.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My fringe is out of shape already.&lt;br /&gt;Usually when I cut my hair, my fringe would be in a ridiculous state.&lt;br /&gt;ALWAYS actually. But somehow it'll grow into a length I adore and then it'll be too long and messy.&lt;br /&gt;-___-|||.&lt;br /&gt;So this time, I thought why not cut it myself since the outcome is always ugly and I could save some money.&lt;br /&gt;Okay lah, kidding lah. My hands itchy kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I cut lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_O3T4u8uPtY/Ta2ubzvY5EI/AAAAAAAAAso/knmI39re2I8/s1600/hair.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_O3T4u8uPtY/Ta2ubzvY5EI/AAAAAAAAAso/knmI39re2I8/s320/hair.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597321704660067394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A_qCrTc-oKE/Ta2ubumtUyI/AAAAAAAAAsg/-YtUqWvIAco/s1600/hair2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A_qCrTc-oKE/Ta2ubumtUyI/AAAAAAAAAsg/-YtUqWvIAco/s320/hair2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597321703281480482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Disasters after disasters later, I had to cut it straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LHGzAKQbIwQ/Ta2ucGz9hSI/AAAAAAAAAsw/Mdv2NcCTGuo/s1600/DSC00022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LHGzAKQbIwQ/Ta2ucGz9hSI/AAAAAAAAAsw/Mdv2NcCTGuo/s320/DSC00022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597321709779518754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes la, laugh la laugh la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro: Yer, you look like kuai lo. Worse than lala ( ouch)&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Siao po, siao lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, you can stop laughing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say hello, to messy ugly fringe days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Actually hor, from the picture it doesn't look that bad right. =P&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/248387741376664596-5346500428085193310?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/5346500428085193310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=5346500428085193310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/5346500428085193310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/5346500428085193310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2011/04/leave-my-hairstylist-dream-alone-check.html' title='Leave my hairstylist dream alone. CHECK.'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_O3T4u8uPtY/Ta2ubzvY5EI/AAAAAAAAAso/knmI39re2I8/s72-c/hair.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-9039390667769138123</id><published>2011-04-18T22:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T22:36:20.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So tell me Theola, why didn't you release that crap during JPA?</title><content type='html'>Today's interview was not bad. Don't think I'll be getting it though due to erm personal reasons. But the people were nice. I understand if they didn't offer me that scholarship. I can't accept it anyways. Why didn't do as well during JPA, I don't know. Someone, slap me please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p2U_7cWruIU/TaxLo_HAltI/AAAAAAAAArY/aWh4_iZb_eY/s1600/DSC00015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p2U_7cWruIU/TaxLo_HAltI/AAAAAAAAArY/aWh4_iZb_eY/s320/DSC00015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596931604422366930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While doing 'research' yesterday, this creature came and visited me. Thank God it didn't eat me =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I4KHI-q4h84/TaxLpDVoSvI/AAAAAAAAArg/UZ0ZwufDcnU/s1600/DSC00016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I4KHI-q4h84/TaxLpDVoSvI/AAAAAAAAArg/UZ0ZwufDcnU/s320/DSC00016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596931605557431026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who said I can't even kill a mosquito, hee hee! I didn't want to kill it but it didn't get that I hate visitors. If I say I felt great after killing it am I cruel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248387741376664596-9039390667769138123?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/9039390667769138123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=9039390667769138123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/9039390667769138123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/9039390667769138123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2011/04/so-tell-me-theola-why-didnt-you-release.html' title='So tell me Theola, why didn&apos;t you release that crap during JPA?'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p2U_7cWruIU/TaxLo_HAltI/AAAAAAAAArY/aWh4_iZb_eY/s72-c/DSC00015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-942225953732783524</id><published>2011-04-18T01:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T01:20:36.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, procrastination brought me here. No, I still don't know what an interior architecture does.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2 Years Ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Six Things I'm Passionate About:&lt;br /&gt;1)God&lt;br /&gt;2)Art&lt;br /&gt;3)Music&lt;br /&gt;4)Food&lt;br /&gt;5)Reading(Comic books and story books only lah)&lt;br /&gt;6)Does sleeping counts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six Things I Say Too Often:&lt;br /&gt;1)Oh B****&lt;br /&gt;2)OMG!&lt;br /&gt;3)Die lah!! Die lah!!&lt;br /&gt;4)OMG, Poh Mun, you did *insert teacher's name here*'s homework??!&lt;br /&gt;5)Stupid&lt;br /&gt;6)HAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six Books I've read(Recently):&lt;br /&gt;1)P.S I love you( Stupid Vimalan )&lt;br /&gt;2)HOMECOMING&lt;br /&gt;3)The Heir&lt;br /&gt;4)Beauty and the beast&lt;br /&gt;5)Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde&lt;br /&gt;6)oh! History text book! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six Songs I Can Listen To Again and Again:&lt;br /&gt;1)Helpless when she smiles by backstreet boys&lt;br /&gt;2)Pocketful of sunshine by Natasha Bedingfield&lt;br /&gt;3)Sweetest girl( acoustic version ) by Wyclef Jean and Nia( ryte?)&lt;br /&gt;4)Innocence by Avril Lavigne&lt;br /&gt;5) Your love is a lie by Simple Plan&lt;br /&gt;6)The way I are by Timbaland and I dont know who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six Things I Learnt In The Past Year:&lt;br /&gt;1)YOU MUST EAT TO SURVIVE&lt;br /&gt;2)Trust nobody except yourself&lt;br /&gt;3)All guys are perverts after all.HAHA&lt;br /&gt;4)Dont let little things crush you&lt;br /&gt;5)If someone pushes you down, get up and kiss the person and punch him on the face. kidding&lt;br /&gt;6)OH! Friends are really important. =D haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Six Things I'm Passionate About:&lt;br /&gt;1)God&lt;br /&gt;2)Music&lt;br /&gt;3) Sleeping&lt;br /&gt;4)Eating&lt;br /&gt;5)Reading&lt;br /&gt;6)Going oversea! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ya lah, nonsense lah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six Things I Say Too Often:&lt;br /&gt;1)Yorr.&lt;br /&gt;2)What?&lt;br /&gt;3)Mummy&lt;br /&gt;4)Go away (heh)&lt;br /&gt;5)Ha?!&lt;br /&gt;6)HAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six Books I've read(Recently):&lt;br /&gt;1)Spring Fling&lt;br /&gt;2)Cut&lt;br /&gt;3)Suite Scarlett&lt;br /&gt;4)So Totally Emily Ebers&lt;br /&gt;5)Where Rainbows End.&lt;br /&gt;6)My brother's literature book. ( Awesome I tell you. Why always like that? Leave only wanna change. Tsk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six Songs I Can Listen To Again and Again:&lt;br /&gt;1)Perfect - Pink AND Simple Plan&lt;br /&gt;2)Raise Your Glass! - Pink&lt;br /&gt;3)Like A G6 (=P)&lt;br /&gt;4)Over The Rainbow - Glee Cast&lt;br /&gt;5) Only Girl - Rihanna&lt;br /&gt;6) All About Him - Auburn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay lah, I like them now. Next time I don't know. Just too lazy to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six Things I Learnt In The Past Year:&lt;br /&gt;1)God is in control.&lt;br /&gt;2)Trust nobody except yourself&lt;br /&gt;3)All guys are perverts after all.HAHA&lt;br /&gt;4)Dont let little things crush you&lt;br /&gt;5)If someone pushes you down, get up and kiss the person and punch him on the face. ( No, now not kidding)&lt;br /&gt;6)Never fall in love with a charming sweet talker guy. Rich AND handsome can. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I didn't change much. I'm still me. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248387741376664596-942225953732783524?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/942225953732783524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=942225953732783524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/942225953732783524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/942225953732783524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2011/04/yes-procrastination-brought-me-here-no.html' title='Yes, procrastination brought me here. No, I still don&apos;t know what an interior architecture does.'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-4998044347663709852</id><published>2011-04-17T23:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T23:56:30.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F.R.U.S.T.R.A.T.I.O.N.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And so I will not care anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gvpaNs1XxdU/TasNW2hXeMI/AAAAAAAAArQ/n-gcxZfJpoY/s1600/DSC03960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gvpaNs1XxdU/TasNW2hXeMI/AAAAAAAAArQ/n-gcxZfJpoY/s320/DSC03960.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596581648181721282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248387741376664596-4998044347663709852?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/4998044347663709852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=4998044347663709852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/4998044347663709852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/4998044347663709852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2011/04/frustration.html' title='F.R.U.S.T.R.A.T.I.O.N.'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gvpaNs1XxdU/TasNW2hXeMI/AAAAAAAAArQ/n-gcxZfJpoY/s72-c/DSC03960.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-3913702909643974314</id><published>2011-04-17T19:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T19:31:32.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art of Ignorance.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'll be going for my second interview tomorrow. I'm hesitating whether I should tell them that this is not really what I wanted and whther I can change it. Seriously, if they ask me why am I interested in Interior Architecture, I'll most propably babble the duty of one WHICH I'll soon find out from the internet. I didn't want to go at first, don't feel like now either but apart from everyone forcing me, I actually remembered asking God for this opportunity. So yeah Theola, GO FOR IT! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want to go out laaaa. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Hopefully, I don't get a nosy scholarship erm group who looks through people's Facebook and blog. Cause if they do, I can kiss my scholarship goodbye.&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/248387741376664596-3913702909643974314?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/3913702909643974314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=3913702909643974314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/3913702909643974314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/3913702909643974314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2011/04/art-of-ignorance.html' title='The Art of Ignorance.'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-5840443009391191128</id><published>2011-04-16T23:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T00:08:32.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We have changed but we're still the same.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So my aunt called them today because Alvina and I haven't gotten our pay.&lt;br /&gt;Which we should have gotten, one month ago?&lt;br /&gt;3 fingers being the all everyone-owes-me-something attitude behave, well, like how she was born to be.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if it spoiled your mood but,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I WANT MY PAY LA, WOMAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: They always say "forgot your password?". That is an almighty help. What if I forgot my login name? =/&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/248387741376664596-5840443009391191128?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/5840443009391191128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=5840443009391191128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/5840443009391191128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/5840443009391191128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2011/04/we-have-changed-but-were-still-same.html' title='We have changed but we&apos;re still the same.'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-3154987935214721659</id><published>2011-04-16T02:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T02:49:40.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing's alright.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's okay, Theola.&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry.&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248387741376664596-3154987935214721659?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/3154987935214721659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=3154987935214721659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/3154987935214721659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/3154987935214721659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2011/04/nothings-alright.html' title='Nothing&apos;s alright.'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-7348656869790270466</id><published>2011-04-15T03:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T03:30:09.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After all that we've been through, I know we're cool.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm such a whiny teenager.&lt;br /&gt;2 more years, 2 more happy-go-lucky years of being a teenager.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I will not be whiny.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to complain. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I haven't gotten my pay&lt;br /&gt;2. I did badly in my interview&lt;br /&gt;3. My mom is scolding me 24/7. STRESS.&lt;br /&gt;4. I forgot how to paint. My skills, if it ever existed, are long gone.&lt;br /&gt;5. I miss going to art class and release my tension and worries by splashing colours all over ( Not a complain, I know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I ought to be able to give thanks right?&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, I thank You for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Helping me to stay alive and be stronger every time I think I can't make.&lt;br /&gt;2. Helping me through my driving.  EVERY SINGLE part of it.&lt;br /&gt;3. Giving me a temporary job that showed me how truly lucky I am.&lt;br /&gt;4. BLESSING me with results that sometimes I think I don't even deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;5. Giving me the opportunity to go for interviews and being there beside me.&lt;br /&gt;6. Giving me good friends in my life who supported me endlessly. Thank you Poh Mun, David, Chee Wei, Krishen, Yan Hui and especially Jing Shin who ALWAYS believed in me although I feel I could never succeed at that moment. You make me feel like superwoman at times =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my plan now is to wait till the end of April and see whether I get the JPA scholarship or not. I know I screwed it up, but PLEASE PRAY FOR ME. Thank you. If I don't, there might be matriks. Or I'll just go form 6. Although I say it as if I don't mind going there if I don't gett he scholarship, I REALLY do not want to. Can you imagine the Theola you knew going to form 6? Biggest joke ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, what else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, ever since I stopped working I've been sleeping late again. It's not that I don't want to. I just can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHH. THERE'S A COCKROACH UNDER MY CHAIR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace ^^V   It's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm prone to injuries. It's actually a severe case. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm starting to crap already.&lt;br /&gt;This is Miss Puah signing off/out ( -___-|||).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248387741376664596-7348656869790270466?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/7348656869790270466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=7348656869790270466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/7348656869790270466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/7348656869790270466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2011/04/after-all-that-weve-been-through-i-know.html' title='After all that we&apos;ve been through, I know we&apos;re cool.'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-9013980313423289881</id><published>2011-03-27T01:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T01:30:39.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you believe?</title><content type='html'>Deleted the previous post because God has been too kind to me and I'm not doing justice to His name.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the other hand, I witness an accident today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Humans are so fragile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248387741376664596-9013980313423289881?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/9013980313423289881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=9013980313423289881' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/9013980313423289881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/9013980313423289881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2011/03/do-you-believe.html' title='Do you believe?'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-2005212422296568913</id><published>2011-03-19T19:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T20:00:21.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Work.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I miss work.&lt;br /&gt;I miss sweating like a pig and stink like a *insert whatever you want*.&lt;br /&gt;I miss sweeping REAL fast and flinging stones and dust and all sorts of rubbish towards all the expensive cars. Oh the joy.&lt;br /&gt;I miss carrying the tables with Alvina and arranging all the chairs and tables when we're only two young kids with very little strength.&lt;br /&gt;I miss mopping the floor with the smelly water and spraying the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ambi Pur&lt;/span&gt; like mad afterward.&lt;br /&gt;I miss washing the toilet and having to worry whether I'll fall or not. Oh the joy when I really slipped and fell. -___-|||.&lt;br /&gt;I miss being "burned" by the boiling water when I pour the last rinse.&lt;br /&gt;I miss wiping the tables which will collect dusts 0.001 seconds later.&lt;br /&gt;I miss refilling the tissue box till it's so jam packed that the people there have to tell me to put lesser. But I don't care, I happy can already.&lt;br /&gt;I miss filling the ashtrays with water.&lt;br /&gt;I miss wiping the tissue box with Alvina.&lt;br /&gt;I miss swiping my card and abusing the machine whenever I key in the orders.&lt;br /&gt;I miss running to the bar or kitchen whenever it *tings*.&lt;br /&gt;I miss ticking the food that we've already taken.&lt;br /&gt;I miss "killing" the paper.&lt;br /&gt;I miss eating with the people there and how they say we eat so little when we actually go back and stuff ourselves like pigs.&lt;br /&gt;I sort of miss being bullied by those rich chinese uncles who always tease me for being a banana.&lt;br /&gt;I sort of miss being called a foreigner.&lt;br /&gt;I sort of miss people speaking to me in a foreign language and the look on their face when they say, "oh kamu bukan dari myanmar? o.O" Bukan, saya dari Munch Cafe. -___-|||.&lt;br /&gt;I miss taking the receipt and running towards the counter while shouting "Chit OO" or " K K"and saying adudube.&lt;br /&gt;I miss carrying all the plates and clean all the oh-so-wonderful-leftovers the customers decided to spit on the table. Really, why did you think we gave you the extra bowl for?&lt;br /&gt;I miss forgetting to do certain things and being question by the supervisor and that oh-my-gosh-I'm-so-dead moment.&lt;br /&gt;I miss wiping the glass door everyday and get mad tired and then get pissed.&lt;br /&gt;I miss being asked which dish is nice and when I said everything ( supervisor asked me to), I get yelled bullshit at. Great feeling.&lt;br /&gt;I miss looking at the clock and waiting for it to reach 7.30 p.m. ( Till today I believe they made the clock move slower from 6.45 to 7.30 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;I miss going for night shifts on Sunday because there's really no customers and we all get to bond. ^^&lt;br /&gt;I miss getting a little of the drinks that the bartender made. ( We had to hide under to drink, how pathetic -____-|||)&lt;br /&gt;I miss the "kuai los" who comes everyday.&lt;br /&gt;I miss inhaling the smoke from those really not smart people who smokes 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the oh crap feeling when the supervisor, boss 1, boss 2, lao pan niang and boss' family comes.&lt;br /&gt;I miss talking behind the workers back with Alvina. ( Hey! We were stressed up okay!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss 3 fingers, Prawn, 2+1 , The Fat Shark, Leng Zai, Koko Banana, Panjang, and John.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248387741376664596-2005212422296568913?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/2005212422296568913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=2005212422296568913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/2005212422296568913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/2005212422296568913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2011/03/work.html' title='The Work.'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-8486712561668049988</id><published>2011-02-11T00:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T00:17:26.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I give up. Really.</title><content type='html'>Most of the adults I'm "close" with tell me that I should only get involved in a relationship after I started working.&lt;br /&gt;I told myself last year that I will not get involved in one until I start earning some $$.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I started working.&lt;br /&gt;Pack stuffs, gonna change job soon, HOPEFULLY,  but considered working.&lt;br /&gt;SO NOW CAN HAVE BOYFRIEND LA? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care. Enter college IF got a rich and handsome boy wants me I straight grab! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Went to aeon to look for another job cause I can't stand the current one. Lavender's boss kia lang T.T I don't want to go for the interview! But the pay is good. But if she scolds me then how?! Haiyooo. Why all don't wanna hire spm leavers? Cis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248387741376664596-8486712561668049988?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/8486712561668049988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=8486712561668049988' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/8486712561668049988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/8486712561668049988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-give-up-really.html' title='I give up. Really.'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-107945326286596584</id><published>2011-02-09T18:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T18:15:40.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You'll be the king and I'll be your clown.</title><content type='html'>1. I'm healthy.&lt;br /&gt;2. Not really, I've been sucking too much of dust.&lt;br /&gt;3. I've been working.  Thus, the dust sucking.&lt;br /&gt;4. The towels in my work place banyak dust! Thus, me removing the dust. And thus, me sucking the dust.&lt;br /&gt;5. I have to sweep the dust away. SIEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. My chinese new year was not bad.&lt;br /&gt;7. Really it wasn't that bad. I got to sleep almost half of the day.&lt;br /&gt;8. Oh, I got to eat ice cream too.&lt;br /&gt;9. And be lifeless and stalk people's facebook profile.&lt;br /&gt;10. Oh, went genting on the second day. Have I told you how packed that place was and how uncivilized certain people can be? Go eat chapati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Lets talk about facebook.&lt;br /&gt;12. First, you saw my facebook then you saw lor. Must tell my family about it is it?&lt;br /&gt;13. And, you how old already?! Still wanna be lifeless and stalk?! Go cook healthy food for your kids.&lt;br /&gt;14. Because you stalk, I'm embarrassed to put be hiao pai seh pictures of myself. Congratulations, you won.&lt;br /&gt;15. Very long didn't play Mall World already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248387741376664596-107945326286596584?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/107945326286596584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=107945326286596584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/107945326286596584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/107945326286596584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2011/02/youll-be-king-and-ill-be-your-clown.html' title='You&apos;ll be the king and I&apos;ll be your clown.'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-2258013214737246825</id><published>2011-01-11T00:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T00:28:49.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe dreams do come true. Wait, make that nightmares.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5v99a2pZYAM/TSsyhI0c2kI/AAAAAAAAAp8/Ze1__4lqhsc/s1600/P6260013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5v99a2pZYAM/TSsyhI0c2kI/AAAAAAAAAp8/Ze1__4lqhsc/s320/P6260013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560593709803559490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Left 2 pathetic ones only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248387741376664596-2258013214737246825?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/2258013214737246825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=2258013214737246825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/2258013214737246825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/2258013214737246825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2011/01/maybe-dreams-do-come-true-wait-make.html' title='Maybe dreams do come true. Wait, make that nightmares.'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5v99a2pZYAM/TSsyhI0c2kI/AAAAAAAAAp8/Ze1__4lqhsc/s72-c/P6260013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-6507553986019701092</id><published>2010-12-29T20:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T20:46:57.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you ever feel like a plastic bag?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why you so fierce, stare at me until like that?!&lt;br /&gt;He's not mine also. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*does the imaginary karate moves*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P/S: Annoying people, please just stop being annoying. -____-|||&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248387741376664596-6507553986019701092?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/6507553986019701092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=6507553986019701092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/6507553986019701092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/6507553986019701092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2010/12/do-you-ever-feel-like-plastic-bag.html' title='Do you ever feel like a plastic bag?'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-6608170010845417772</id><published>2010-12-27T19:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T19:48:58.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My dreams in my dream.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hari ini, Theola Puah telah err dengan bodohnya pergi ke Crystal Crown untuk dengar cakap.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. Darn, fail. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, went to Crystal Crown for some talk thing.&lt;br /&gt;And the conclusion is, they only care for your money =)&lt;br /&gt;Not that CARE, just care.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, like they said, no money no talk.&lt;br /&gt;Dream shattered before it even started.&lt;br /&gt;Friend told me not to give up.&lt;br /&gt;But really, maybe it's a sign. Since even a roller coaster ride made me vomit 3 times and still feel dizzy after a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't find my identity.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know my talent. Not even sure if I have one.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I really like.&lt;br /&gt;Iiiiiiiii....&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T KNOW LAH.&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/248387741376664596-6608170010845417772?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/6608170010845417772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=6608170010845417772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/6608170010845417772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/6608170010845417772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-dreams-in-my-dream.html' title='My dreams in my dream.'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-7161458164547778583</id><published>2010-12-12T21:37:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T22:01:37.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nowadays I very rajin. Got title. Heh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Was looking through the pictures I took with my friends on the last day of school.&lt;br /&gt;Last day, sort of.&lt;br /&gt;It stirs great memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's so beautiful it makes you wanna cry~&lt;br /&gt;It's innocence it's brilliant ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAHAHAHAAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;on't mind me. Almost every word triggers my 'sing-that-song' part of brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, I'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;We often express how much we hate school and how happy we are leaving it.&lt;br /&gt;REALLY? You wanna leave?&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T WANT LOR!&lt;br /&gt;People like me will die the moment we face the outside world.&lt;br /&gt;If you would have asked, no, I don't think I learn much from school.&lt;br /&gt;Skip so much how to learn? xD&lt;br /&gt;But it's the assurance of knowing you'll face the same routine, the same one you're used to and comfortable with that makes you take everything for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hor, I really don't know what to do after this.&lt;br /&gt;Get a job? Find my dream career? Learn to drive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya! Parking mania ftw! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the topic, wait, what's the topic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets speak of SPM since you'll most probably not speak of it until next year for once and maybe in the future with your kids.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH. IF I have kids, I can imagine being a common mom saying "you better study or you'll regret, like me"&lt;br /&gt;SCRATCH THAT! I better not get results that sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, SPM! =D&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH. I'm actually not happy lah. I'm typing without emotions -_____-|||&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly, I don't want to talk bout it. I scribbled nonsense lah. T.T&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;I think I've matured.&lt;br /&gt;NOT.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I think I know why I'm always restless.&lt;br /&gt;My brain is ALWAYS debating with itself.&lt;br /&gt;It's so noisy it feels like you're in pasar malam.&lt;br /&gt;If it's not debating, it'll daydream. Or sing.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, at least I'm using my brain.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAAH.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, no? HAHAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 is coming to an end. Yes, same old saying, time flies.&lt;br /&gt;REALLY FAST.&lt;br /&gt;SPM's ALMOST over.&lt;br /&gt;It didn't even felt like it started!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started painting shoes again.&lt;br /&gt;WALAO, my paint dried up. -____-||| sien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay la, malas wanna type d. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Walao, I can't control the wordings. -__-|| All diff size. Kao lat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248387741376664596-7161458164547778583?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/7161458164547778583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=7161458164547778583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/7161458164547778583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/7161458164547778583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2010/12/nowadays-i-very-rajin-got-title-heh.html' title='Nowadays I very rajin. Got title. Heh.'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-2146987113737474248</id><published>2010-12-11T19:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T19:22:56.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The other me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Read my other blog just now.&lt;br /&gt;Wah, I so violent.&lt;br /&gt;Even I got scared of myself.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy happy day people =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone still read my blog?&lt;br /&gt;Alaaaaaa.&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/248387741376664596-2146987113737474248?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/2146987113737474248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=2146987113737474248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/2146987113737474248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/2146987113737474248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2010/12/other-me.html' title='The other me.'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-5044000453772556631</id><published>2010-11-18T03:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T23:56:11.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No title lahhh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When everything goes wrong, you will eventually come back to your blog.&lt;br /&gt;Whine whine whine.&lt;br /&gt;Then forget bout it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaahhhh. You!&lt;br /&gt;You, who made me break the promises I made to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm sane.&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248387741376664596-5044000453772556631?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/5044000453772556631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=5044000453772556631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/5044000453772556631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/5044000453772556631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2010/11/no-title-lahhh.html' title='No title lahhh.'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-4082523914555192232</id><published>2010-08-17T22:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T22:59:09.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can cut you into pieces.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Certain people just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;have to&lt;/span&gt; annoy you when you're already moody and pissed.&lt;br /&gt;Patience Theola, patience.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to you certain people, facebook is now annoying.&lt;br /&gt;THANKS SO MUCH LA HOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I know what I'm capable of.&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me my ambition if you're not gonna support me or doubt my ability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh, Theola, you sure you can do it? Too hard for you lah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_______________-||||||&lt;br /&gt;Seriously hor, make sure I don't see you after I achieved them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, I hate it when adults ask me what I want to be and after I tell them they start with the, yerr, you want to do that meh? Not good lah.&lt;br /&gt;Become teacher/ doctor/ etc lah.&lt;br /&gt;YOU GO BECOME ONE LAH, TALK SO MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;And when I tell them I don't know, oh, I'm useless, pathetic, until now don't know what I'm gonna do.&lt;br /&gt;Hello, still young okay. Not dying soon. ISN'T NOW THE TIME FOR ME TO FULLY CONCENTRATE ON MY STUDIES INSTEAD OF FINDING OUT MY FUTURE?&lt;br /&gt;Don't kacau me okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm done. Fuuuhhhhhhhhh. Bye.&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/248387741376664596-4082523914555192232?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/4082523914555192232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=4082523914555192232' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/4082523914555192232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/4082523914555192232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-can-cut-you-into-pieces.html' title='I can cut you into pieces.'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-5409744543331834466</id><published>2010-07-29T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T22:42:24.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooler Than Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Theola Puah Khai Ching.&lt;br /&gt;The ever angsty and rebellious kid.&lt;br /&gt;Please do not attempt to trigger her anger.&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;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;S:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); font-family: arial;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248387741376664596-5409744543331834466?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/5409744543331834466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=5409744543331834466' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/5409744543331834466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/5409744543331834466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2010/07/cooler-than-me.html' title='Cooler Than Me.'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-5467039211554488286</id><published>2010-07-25T22:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T22:23:31.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pastor Henry says.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Joke #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys only open the car's door for the ladies because of 2 reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason 1: The car is new.&lt;br /&gt;Reason 2: The girl is new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .  . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joke #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An elderly couple was seen holding hands. Surprised by that, a much younger couple said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young couple: Wow, after so many years and you both are still so loving.&lt;br /&gt;Old men: I'm just preventing her from shopping.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Same situation, different couple-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old men: Self-defense.&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 style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P/S: I'm updating both tumblr and blogspot. Tumblr: &lt;a href="http://theolapuah.tumblr.com/"&gt;theolapuah.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P/P/S: I loveeed today. Chao ta! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/248387741376664596-5467039211554488286?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/5467039211554488286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=5467039211554488286' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/5467039211554488286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/5467039211554488286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2010/07/pastor-henry-says.html' title='Pastor Henry says.'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-527977230260327381</id><published>2010-07-21T08:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T10:54:50.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life After You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It has been 3 months since I last saw you.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how are you doing there.&lt;br /&gt;How do you look like now?&lt;br /&gt;Would I recognize you if I'm there too?&lt;br /&gt;It felt like it was just yesterday that you left.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish you were here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Would you know my name&lt;br /&gt;If I saw you in heaven&lt;br /&gt;Will it be the same&lt;br /&gt;If I saw you in heaven&lt;br /&gt;I must be strong, and carry on&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know I don't belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Here in heaven  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248387741376664596-527977230260327381?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/527977230260327381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=527977230260327381' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/527977230260327381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/527977230260327381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2010/07/life-after-you.html' title='Life After You.'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-4746961230294719367</id><published>2010-06-07T14:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T14:09:33.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilt in happiness. Not happy anymore?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ARGH! Theola, stop making the same stupid mistake.&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy but frustrated at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P/S:  I swam across, I jumped across for you. Oh what a thing to do. Cause you were all yellow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi, Mr. Sunshine =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248387741376664596-4746961230294719367?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/4746961230294719367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=4746961230294719367' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/4746961230294719367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/4746961230294719367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2010/06/guilt-in-happiness-not-happy-anymore.html' title='Guilt in happiness. Not happy anymore?'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-296814121132419265</id><published>2010-05-31T17:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T17:28:53.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Lord, forgive me. =\</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If there's no soalan bocor, I think my brain would have bocor-ed by now.&lt;br /&gt;And! Is there any questions on Salts ?&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't remember reading it and doing it. =\&lt;br /&gt;Oh, kadavale.&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/248387741376664596-296814121132419265?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/296814121132419265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=296814121132419265' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/296814121132419265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/296814121132419265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh-lord-forgive-me.html' title='Oh Lord, forgive me. =\'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-308394304945173223</id><published>2010-05-26T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T14:38:16.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Do You Live.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where's the JPS office?&lt;br /&gt;I'm burning it down.&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/248387741376664596-308394304945173223?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/308394304945173223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=308394304945173223' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/308394304945173223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/308394304945173223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2010/05/how-do-you-live.html' title='How Do You Live.'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-4608953062219210775</id><published>2010-05-02T21:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T23:13:46.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The post contains a lot of the word 'felt'. Because this is what I feel. Or felt. Whatever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last month, I've been fired with the question, "How are you?" and "You okay?"&lt;br /&gt;And, my answer was obviously YES, I'M FINE. Except to Jian Hang cause I wanted him to feel guilty. XD Oh, and I don't know why we just get annoyed with each other easily these days. Must be the pressure. HAHAHA!! Back to the question. I say yes, I'm okay because that's the only thing I can say. Do you really expect me to say, "no, I feel like shit"? Hahaha, I KNOW you guys meant well, I just wanted to tell you guys what I think only lah okay. No offence, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 16th April 2010 ( Friday)&lt;br /&gt;You know how people say before something happens, you will feel uneasy or, I don't know how to put it. So, I was obviously in school ( great kid ) and only a few of us came. I practically slept the whole time. I know it's part of my routine in school, HAHAH, but on that day I felt extra tired. REALLY! I don't know why. Right before school ended, around 12.25 probably, I felt really weird. I felt like crying, screaming or punching someone, I don't know. It's just an emotion I cannot describe. I told Yan Hui about it. I also said to her, "I think something bad is going to happen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 1.30 pm, I reached home. Usually, wait no, it's every time. Okay, every time I reach home, the first thing I'll do is remove my shoes. Then I'll remove my socks, throw my bag aside, remove my pinafore. The next thing I'll do is ask my mom, " mummy, eat what?" Oh, my brother just came back from Malacca the day before that. But on that day, instead of my normal routine, I went to take a nap before eating. No, I HARDLY do that. I just didn't have the mood to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, usually after I eat I'll take a nap and then sleep until 7 pm ( Walao, I know) unless I have tuition. But on this very day, I woke up at 2.30, I think. It was all of a sudden thing. There were no distractions or any sort. I JUST WOKE UP. When I wake up, I normally go back to sleep or just feel sleepy lah. I don't know why on that day I just woke up and felt numb. I saw my mom walking to my dad. FYI, my dad was bedridden for 7 years. So he lies on the bed the whole day in the living room. And, somehow, I just happen to stare. I usually look away cause there's nothing to look at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom suddenly said, " eh mei, come look at daddy." My dad's face was pale! Like really yellow. My dad looked really awkward, like something's wrong with him. My mom quickly called my brothers out from the room. So, all four of us gathered around the bed. My mom said, " daddy is not breathing anymore." Then ALL of us immediately checked whether his heart was still breathing or not. The moment my brother touched my dad's neck, he made a super loud noise and gasped for air. It was so scary I think all our hearts stopped for a second. My mom, and my brothers kept calling him. "Daddy, daddy!" ** shakes him** Mom: "Thomas! Thomas!" **shakes him** I just stood there, feeling awkward, angry, sad, and hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad did the same thing again, he tried to inhale air a minute after the previous. My eldest brother kept checking whether he's still alive or not. And mom started tearing and said, " daddy bo liao" ( which means, no more) and prayed in hokkien, " God, if you are really bringing him away please let him go peacefully and not suffer." Again, I just stood there, not even calling him. Until today I felt like a useless daughter for not even calling him daddy for the last time. Then he took his LAST breath. And just stopped moving entirely. My brain went chaotic. I just kept thinking, WHY?! Why now? I haven't even gotten the chance to really know him? Why only after 7 years? My brother kept pressing my dad's chest, trying to keep him alive. What was most heartbreaking was when I realised my brother had the most memory of him between the 3 of us. And, never mind, I'll leave that out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole thing just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;woosh, &lt;/span&gt;passed by. Okay, I lazy wanna type already. I'll skip the whole 3 days thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I still can't get over the fact that he's gone, at least he's with the person I love most. Like what everyone said, he's running, smiling, laughing and happy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I still wish he wasn't bedridden. Then I could have known him better and know what it really feels like to have a dad that could communicate with me everyday. But then, if it was, I don't think I could let him go today, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;could I&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/P/S: I want to type more, but my fingers don't wanna cooperate. Might edit this post. MAYBE only lah. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248387741376664596-4608953062219210775?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/4608953062219210775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=4608953062219210775' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/4608953062219210775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/4608953062219210775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2010/05/post-contains-lot-of-word-felt-because.html' title='The post contains a lot of the word &apos;felt&apos;. Because this is what I feel. Or felt. Whatever.'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-5575915280990299901</id><published>2010-04-29T13:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T13:59:47.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I grew tired of your lies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so I left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248387741376664596-5575915280990299901?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/5575915280990299901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=5575915280990299901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/5575915280990299901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/5575915280990299901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-grew-tired-of-your-lies-so-i-left.html' title=''/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-686772805143986391</id><published>2010-04-22T23:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T23:23:44.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot chick.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NEVER call your girlfriend your 'chick'.&lt;br /&gt;If she's the chick then I suppose you're the bapa ayam lah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248387741376664596-686772805143986391?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/686772805143986391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=686772805143986391' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/686772805143986391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/686772805143986391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2010/04/hot-chick.html' title='Hot chick.'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-7361874169392945728</id><published>2010-03-23T22:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T22:46:23.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pissy Missy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Be patient, Theola.&lt;br /&gt;Be very patient.&lt;br /&gt;** breathe in, breathe out **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no point in losing your patience and yelling at everyone.&lt;br /&gt;You can do better than that.&lt;br /&gt;** SWALLOWS AIR **&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah!&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/248387741376664596-7361874169392945728?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/feeds/7361874169392945728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248387741376664596&amp;postID=7361874169392945728' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/7361874169392945728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248387741376664596/posts/default/7361874169392945728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofadurian.blogspot.com/2010/03/pissy-missy.html' title='Pissy Missy.'/><author><name>Theola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09825517717396749492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Xx5TZlP6g/TvRxh8IDO5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ops8MJEAst4/s220/tfy%2Btfy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248387741376664596.post-5942369058356574154</id><published>2010-03-20T00:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T00:35:26.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So true, respect doesn't come *snap!* just like that.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm boreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hi there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you not replying me?! =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248387741376664596-5942369058356574154?l=lifeofadurian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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