<?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-1986858790347156756</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:03:20.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wordz, wordz and more wordz...</title><subtitle type='html'>i am emotional, loud &amp; a strong believer of equality</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geradline.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986858790347156756/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geradline.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Geradline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09186849750275553549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986858790347156756.post-3577708541823232794</id><published>2009-01-28T15:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T15:47:59.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>confused</title><content type='html'>im new at this. i don't even know what im doing. i hate this. HELP!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986858790347156756-3577708541823232794?l=geradline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geradline.blogspot.com/feeds/3577708541823232794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986858790347156756&amp;postID=3577708541823232794' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986858790347156756/posts/default/3577708541823232794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986858790347156756/posts/default/3577708541823232794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geradline.blogspot.com/2009/01/confused.html' title='confused'/><author><name>Geradline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09186849750275553549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986858790347156756.post-4023265173374639926</id><published>2009-01-12T21:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T19:13:10.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i received this email from my student:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;" Ms.Geradline i remember you telling us that cobras can see in the dark. What if i cover myself with mud would the cobra still be able to see me? "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;being a biology lecturer somehow gives my students the thumbs up to ask me all sorts of weird questions. me being all for the idea of (you can ask me anything under the sun) have so far tried my very very best to answer to all their queries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to add on to all of that i seem to be their go-to-person when they have problems with their friends, girlfriends, boyfriends, family (&amp;amp; the list goes on). which is a good thing as they somehow see me as their confidante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a little incident which took place during one of my lectures on AIDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me &lt;/span&gt;: so, the gay community in San Fransisco started showing symptoms of HIV &amp;amp; it was discovered that it was because they were having anal intercourse &amp;amp; having multiple partners thus transmitting the virus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (students looking blur..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; : errrmm...you do know what is anal intercourse rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (my naiive innocent students looking blur)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me &lt;/span&gt;: well..it is blah..blah..blah..(blush blush blush)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;(students laughing their heads off at my reaction)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; : grow up la people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1986858790347156756-4023265173374639926?l=geradline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geradline.blogspot.com/feeds/4023265173374639926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986858790347156756&amp;postID=4023265173374639926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986858790347156756/posts/default/4023265173374639926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986858790347156756/posts/default/4023265173374639926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geradline.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-received-this-email-from-my-student.html' title=''/><author><name>Geradline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09186849750275553549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986858790347156756.post-682170373457224682</id><published>2009-01-07T23:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T00:27:23.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of the past, present &amp; future..</title><content type='html'>its a brand new year&lt;br /&gt;new chances&lt;br /&gt;new experiences&lt;br /&gt;new beginnings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2008 made me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;single, wiser &amp;amp; a pessimist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;2008 taught me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to believe in the almighty.&lt;br /&gt;to have faith &amp;amp; trust in him &amp;amp; only him&lt;br /&gt;to believe in myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2008 was..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the year i became a lecturer&lt;br /&gt;the year i became a Master's holder&lt;br /&gt;the year i knew i should trust no one&lt;br /&gt;the year i cried the most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2009 will be a good year because..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will travel&lt;br /&gt;i will create opportunities&lt;br /&gt;i will make a difference in my life&lt;br /&gt;i will start taking care of myself&lt;br /&gt;i will find a way to forget u...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986858790347156756-682170373457224682?l=geradline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geradline.blogspot.com/feeds/682170373457224682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986858790347156756&amp;postID=682170373457224682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986858790347156756/posts/default/682170373457224682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986858790347156756/posts/default/682170373457224682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geradline.blogspot.com/2009/01/of-past-present-future.html' title='of the past, present &amp; future..'/><author><name>Geradline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09186849750275553549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986858790347156756.post-5198900474445647168</id><published>2008-12-15T15:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T18:55:55.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i attended a creative writing workshop &amp;amp; realised that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;1) there are so many Malaysians who are serious about writing books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;2) they are in a league of their own. im no where compared to them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;3) there are silly ignorant people out there who do not know that a Christian can still wear a 'pottu' . BODOH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;4) there arent any cute guys who can write:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;5) i can never sit still in a workshop. im so fidgety and my mind starts wondering..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;im going for Latin dancing &amp;amp; realised that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;1) i CANNOT shake my hips !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;2) im too technical. i need to be given clear instructions before i can dance..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;3) i look like a plank moving from the right to the left :( oh..so sad..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;4) there arent many men who can lead &amp;amp; dance..so says the dancing teacher..who is a man :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;5) my legs dont hurt anymore and i seem to get the hang of it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;6) im begining to like dancing:) which is odd for a person who cant shake her hips..hehehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i went clubbing with Teoh &amp;amp;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;1) we are sad boring people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;2) we drink silly colourful mocktails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;3) we gossip way too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;4) she didnt think that any guy would have the guts to approach her :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;5) she got chatted up by a drunk fat guy :) she gave the most terrfied look to him and we bolted when he spilled his beer all over our table..hahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;6) a 20 year old guy asked for her number because he was dared by his frens...hehehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986858790347156756-5198900474445647168?l=geradline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geradline.blogspot.com/feeds/5198900474445647168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986858790347156756&amp;postID=5198900474445647168' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986858790347156756/posts/default/5198900474445647168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986858790347156756/posts/default/5198900474445647168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geradline.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-attended-creative-writing-workshop.html' title=''/><author><name>Geradline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09186849750275553549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986858790347156756.post-8113711498943160490</id><published>2008-11-11T17:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T18:01:40.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if i were a boy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A song by Beyonce..an AMAZING SONG..and yes, i only knew about this song coz of Cheryl (&lt;em&gt;the one that claims to be oh so wise..&lt;/em&gt;)..thanks Cheryl Beryl...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I were a boy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even just for a day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’d roll outta bed in the morning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And throw on what I wanted then go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Drink beer with the guys&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And chase after girls&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’d kick it with who I wanted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I’d never get confronted for it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause they’d stick up for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I were a boy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think I could understand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How it feels to love a girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I swear I’d be a better man.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’d listen to her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I know how it hurts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you lose the one you wanted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause he’s taken you for granted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And everything you had got destroyed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I were a boy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could turn off my phone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell evveryone it’s broken&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So they’d think that I was sleepin’ alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’d put myself first&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And make the rules as I go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I know that she’d be faithful&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Waitin’ for me to come home (to come home)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It’s a little too late for you to come back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Say its just a mistake&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Think I’d forgive you like that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you thought I would wait for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You thought wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you’re just a boy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don’t understand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah you don’t understand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How it feels to love a girl someday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You wish you were a better man&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don’t listen to her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don’t care how it hurts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Until you lose the one you wanted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause you’ve taken her for granted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And everything you have got destroyed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you’re just a boy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986858790347156756-8113711498943160490?l=geradline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geradline.blogspot.com/feeds/8113711498943160490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986858790347156756&amp;postID=8113711498943160490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986858790347156756/posts/default/8113711498943160490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986858790347156756/posts/default/8113711498943160490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geradline.blogspot.com/2008/11/if-i-were-boy.html' title='if i were a boy...'/><author><name>Geradline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09186849750275553549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986858790347156756.post-3183301763514266155</id><published>2008-10-24T01:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T02:36:05.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lecturing sleep-deprived students...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;listening : Samsons - kenangan indah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;reading : Catherine alliot - not that kind of girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;feeling : lazy (as always) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im teaching Biology for A-levels students. im trying to make class as interesting as possible. i now appreciate all my lecturer's efforts to keep the class awake. its no joke people..i have a bunch of sleepy-heads in my class. its as if they're on sleeping pills whenever they come to my class. not all of them though, just a handfull la..but its enuf to keep me on my feet to constantly come up with ways to make the class interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, ive done many many activities in class just to make the class interesting. im not that bad of a lecturer. i know im good. its just that sometimes, i just wish im not like every other lecturer. u know, those boring ones we had in Uni who are monotonous, sleepy looking, Albert Einstein twin, 'im here to do my job &amp;amp; tats it' kind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im teaching my class immunity this week. i got some students to be my human models. to act as bacteria, neutrophils and antibodies. it turned out quite ok i think. they somehow manage to wake up from their slumber :) hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;on another note...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- im planning for charles' bday which is a month away...it is too soon, but who cares. tats what great girlfren's do..plan ahead :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- planning what to do for my semester holidays..yes, go green in envy as il be on holiday for more than a month. this will definitely be the bestest christmas ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adios..gtg..ive got a lesson to prepare for now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986858790347156756-3183301763514266155?l=geradline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geradline.blogspot.com/feeds/3183301763514266155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986858790347156756&amp;postID=3183301763514266155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986858790347156756/posts/default/3183301763514266155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986858790347156756/posts/default/3183301763514266155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geradline.blogspot.com/2008/10/lecturing-sleep-deprived-students.html' title='lecturing sleep-deprived students...'/><author><name>Geradline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09186849750275553549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986858790347156756.post-8766457171105646026</id><published>2008-10-22T00:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T00:49:18.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im back...</title><content type='html'>well, its been a very long time since my last post. just like every other activity of mine, i lost interest in blogging..anyway, i dunt think there was anyone out there that was even reading my blog.&lt;br /&gt;so watever, i dunt really care..&lt;br /&gt;so wats new with me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. im working now..hooray to me..for finally getting a job &amp;amp; putting a stop to every1's concern that im continously studying..so yah, im working now..lecturing..i love the lecturing part..hate the marking papers part..unfortunately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. im already swimming like a fish  :) yippee me again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. i curled my hair..and i hate it now...its tiresome..although it does make me look good sometimes..did i just complement myself? oh no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. my Masters is still on hold..thanks to my really super busy supervisor..its not my fault..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. going to start my PhD soon..i dun even know why im doing it..maybe coz i just am egoistic...and want to have a Dr infront of my name..is that even a reason to do it? hahaha..watever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. my family is fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. my frens are either married, going to get married, or talking about marriage..haiihh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. i need more frens..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. ive not gone for a holiday in a very long time..which is unfortunate &amp;amp; crappy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. im learning to be a more matured person as i am now an educator...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. i still do stupid things..and i still do get bored easily..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. im still looking for new things to do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986858790347156756-8766457171105646026?l=geradline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geradline.blogspot.com/feeds/8766457171105646026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986858790347156756&amp;postID=8766457171105646026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986858790347156756/posts/default/8766457171105646026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986858790347156756/posts/default/8766457171105646026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geradline.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-back.html' title='im back...'/><author><name>Geradline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09186849750275553549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986858790347156756.post-1101733097063383121</id><published>2008-01-03T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T17:36:02.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>she's not just a dog..she's family..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rC6z9D0uA8s/R3yr5nFEN3I/AAAAAAAAAEs/B9seL_NTVcE/s1600-h/DSC00421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151181080036128626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="179" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rC6z9D0uA8s/R3yr5nFEN3I/AAAAAAAAAEs/B9seL_NTVcE/s200/DSC00421.JPG" width="248" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we lost her on Sunday (30th Dec 2007)..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i cant believe she's gone..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;she was part of our family for 9 years..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;she was one of us..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we will miss u..Raphael..u are and will always be a very big part of our family...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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family..'/><author><name>Geradline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09186849750275553549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rC6z9D0uA8s/R3yr5nFEN3I/AAAAAAAAAEs/B9seL_NTVcE/s72-c/DSC00421.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986858790347156756.post-588885764260465309</id><published>2007-11-22T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T14:44:38.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PEACE</title><content type='html'>people becoming braver in voicing out their dissatisfaction..&lt;br /&gt;people daring to take chances..&lt;br /&gt;people trying to make a statement..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im kinda proud of all of this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but how far can one go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wouldnt it be better to just accept everything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterall..we are living in peace...and tats d most important thing..&lt;br /&gt;do we want to disturb that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least we are not left out..&lt;br /&gt;at least we are still remembered..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;equality is something nearly impossible to achieve..&lt;br /&gt;and 'peace' is something possible..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we be the bigger people..&lt;br /&gt;we give in...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986858790347156756-588885764260465309?l=geradline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geradline.blogspot.com/feeds/588885764260465309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986858790347156756&amp;postID=588885764260465309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986858790347156756/posts/default/588885764260465309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986858790347156756/posts/default/588885764260465309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geradline.blogspot.com/2007/11/peace.html' title='PEACE'/><author><name>Geradline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09186849750275553549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986858790347156756.post-8939894575800504100</id><published>2007-10-17T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T17:26:54.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yucky..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sitting in dunkin' donuts in midvalley...let me describe the scenario here..one couple infront of me who cant stop giggling..another couple at the side of me who just cant stop touching each other..another couple at the other corner who look kinda cute 2gther..haiihh...tak boleh tahan la..the only normal people here are the 2 families sitting in the middle, the guy in the green t-shirt tat seems to be digging his nose:) and me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ok..an aunty just glanced at my laptop screen..hehehe..wonder if she saw anything??? hahahaha..ok, now the guy who cant stop touching his girlfren peered at my screen too..i can see u looking la...no manners! wil u stop touching ur stupid girlfren..there are people around u la for pete's sake!!!!! go get a room!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986858790347156756.post-3915798591655219180</id><published>2007-10-16T02:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T03:01:47.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we need magic..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i sometimes wonder why am i so addicted to reading harry potter? why do i love reading love stories? why do i love watching sappy love stories in tv? why do i like hearing love songs? why did i like watching sabrina d teenage witch when i was younger? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when reading harry potter, i liked d feeling of being in a magical surrounding..they had magic to make life interesting for them..u dunt like someone, u just gv a little wave of the wand and walaa..u turn ur foe into a rodent:) u want to get somewhere fast, u just hop on ur broom and ure at midvalley..hehehe..minus the jam and the parking fee..:) magic gives us hope that life needn't be difficult..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the magic of love..takes u to heaven..it releases all kinds of feeling and emotions that u never knew ur body could possess..it gives u the constant warm and fuzzy feeling..it surpresses all ill-feeling. it removes hate..it makes the world a better place..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the magic in harry potter and the magic of love is of the same kind..not in a literal way, but they bring about the same effect..although we may not really have real magic, but god gave us the magic of love..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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magic..'/><author><name>Geradline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09186849750275553549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986858790347156756.post-1168548322294721087</id><published>2007-10-15T04:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T04:25:50.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;things that happened over the weekend..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* Justin's bday..&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hapie bday my baby brother&lt;/em&gt;.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* Arnold's 40th day prayers..&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i still think of u my dear&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* Charles' sis's wedding..&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;she introduced me as charles' wife..hehehe..i feel oddly hapie bout this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* finished reading the 7th Harry potter book..&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;mission accomplished!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* met my long-lost UPM frens..&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i cant believe how much harder it gets at meeting them..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;things that were suppose to happen over the weekend..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* start on my thesis..&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;geral is seriously lacking in discipline!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* go for a facial..&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i can feel the dead skin cells accumulating on my face!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* finish charles' assignment..&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i dunno wat d heck am i doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* clean my room..&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;it feels like im sleeping in a dungeon..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* sleep till noon..&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;my biological clock is so screwed up! i need more sleep!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* avoid mcd and burger king..&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ya rite! who am i kidding?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986858790347156756-1168548322294721087?l=geradline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geradline.blogspot.com/feeds/1168548322294721087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986858790347156756&amp;postID=1168548322294721087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986858790347156756/posts/default/1168548322294721087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986858790347156756/posts/default/1168548322294721087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geradline.blogspot.com/2007/10/things-that-happened-over-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Geradline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09186849750275553549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986858790347156756.post-3851892500950360924</id><published>2007-10-10T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T12:39:58.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what i want to do..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* get a tattoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* go rock climbing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* learn to trust charles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* learn to be understanding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* learn to be forgiving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* learn to be more giving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* learn to be more accepting of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* learn to not give up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* learn to eat well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* learn to be more helpful at home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* learn to relax&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* learn to have fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* learn to take life easily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realise that im an emotional wreck these last few weeks..i seem to be giving a lot of trouble to many people around me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to charles..im sorry b..im learning more and more about myself tru u..i cant see myself with any1 else..have patience with me..ill come tru..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mummy..im sorry for hurting u..i dunno if u'll ever read this..im trying really hard to be a better person...dunt give up on me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986858790347156756-3851892500950360924?l=geradline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geradline.blogspot.com/feeds/3851892500950360924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986858790347156756&amp;postID=3851892500950360924' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986858790347156756/posts/default/3851892500950360924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986858790347156756/posts/default/3851892500950360924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geradline.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-i-want-to-do.html' title='what i want to do..'/><author><name>Geradline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09186849750275553549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986858790347156756.post-4486870618064489120</id><published>2007-10-02T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T12:22:05.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one week of fun and food...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i enjoyed this year's bday coz the celebration lasted for a week..my family, boyfren, cousin and friends decided that fattening me up would be the best present for me:) on the eve of my bday, my coursemates (june, ke xin and cheau yee) took me out for lunch at secret recipe..i had so much fun..that i ended up missing my tuition class..hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then later at nite, my parents took me out for dinner..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116650590422439058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rC6z9D0uA8s/RwH-mlHsFJI/AAAAAAAAADE/fmBQiAvtROU/s200/DSC00233.JPG" border="0" /&gt; cheryl just had to squeeze&lt;br /&gt;herself into the pic..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rC6z9D0uA8s/RwH-mlHsFKI/AAAAAAAAADM/4mC2qA_vRqM/s1600-h/DSC00235.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116650590422439074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rC6z9D0uA8s/RwH-mlHsFKI/AAAAAAAAADM/4mC2qA_vRqM/s200/DSC00235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; me n justin..smile la pandi..haiyoo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rC6z9D0uA8s/RwH-m1HsFLI/AAAAAAAAADU/wKGszJN4B08/s1600-h/DSC00237.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116650594717406386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rC6z9D0uA8s/RwH-m1HsFLI/AAAAAAAAADU/wKGszJN4B08/s200/DSC00237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me n cheryl..u dont need to tell cheryl to smile..she does it automatically when the cam is infrnt of her:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rC6z9D0uA8s/RwH-nFHsFMI/AAAAAAAAADc/IcIRFkA4UcY/s1600-h/DSC00241.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116650599012373698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rC6z9D0uA8s/RwH-nFHsFMI/AAAAAAAAADc/IcIRFkA4UcY/s200/DSC00241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;where's my butter prawns? i need my butter prawns..:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rC6z9D0uA8s/RwH-nVHsFNI/AAAAAAAAADk/ECV3bNmeUxI/s1600-h/DSC00245.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116650603307341010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rC6z9D0uA8s/RwH-nVHsFNI/AAAAAAAAADk/ECV3bNmeUxI/s200/DSC00245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; yummy delicious butter prawns..need i say more? :) the butter prawns made me a very happy person on the eve of my bday..:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and on my bday day..i spent some quality time with charles:) we had dinner at Lobsterman..it was so damn gud! thanks cheah wei for suggesting this place to me:) i owe u big time..hehehe.. we had a 4 course meal comprising off...ahem..ahem..ahem..."baked mussles, soup, chesse baked lobster and seafood rice" hahaha..i can hear ur ohhs and ahhs..:) it was so gud..it left we feeling all light-headed and happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116654919749473506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rC6z9D0uA8s/RwICilHsFOI/AAAAAAAAADs/GO-6suJmBsw/s200/DSC00250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cheese baked lobster with mushrooms and white wine. doesn't it look gorgeous?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116654928339408130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rC6z9D0uA8s/RwICjFHsFQI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6eUZHBqlBdw/s200/DSC00254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;dunt worry..thats not the lobster tat we ate:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116654924044440818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rC6z9D0uA8s/RwICi1HsFPI/AAAAAAAAAD0/r68kukwDvN0/s200/DSC00253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;i think d lobster looks cuter:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;d next day..teoh decided that it was her turn now to fatten me up:)..so we headed once again to secret recipe..this time i decided to try 'the much spoken about' "tom yam kung"..and it was gud! i finished every bit of it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118833464600958290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rC6z9D0uA8s/Rwm_6lHsFVI/AAAAAAAAAEk/AWKFjWwFKTA/s200/DSC00255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;tom yam kung...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and then, on saturday..my lovely cousin decided tat she shouldn't be left out from the fun of fattening me up..so, she and abi took me out to a thai restaurant called 'Green Lotus'...it was the best thai food i have ever tasted! not that i have eaten alot of thai food la..hehehe..we ate, creamy and mouth watering green curry..crispy fried squid with lemon sauce, delicious thai fish cakes, crunchy and fresh baby kailan..yummy!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116654936929342754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rC6z9D0uA8s/RwICjlHsFSI/AAAAAAAAAEM/RbZ1krSWNvQ/s200/DSC00259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;me..driving to abi's place..which btw, was really beautiful..wonderfull interior designing skills abi..:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116655241872020786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rC6z9D0uA8s/RwIC1VHsFTI/AAAAAAAAAEU/dvQsG-j6vek/s200/DSC00265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the restaurant decided that they prefer the times before thomas edison...hehehe..we had no choice but to put the candle really close to vani's face..kinda cool effect it gave rite:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116655246166988098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rC6z9D0uA8s/RwIC1lHsFUI/AAAAAAAAAEc/E278c5jCEPg/s200/DSC00266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;and me..can only see my fat cheeks:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thanks every1 for making my bday this year a really enjoyable one..i love evry1 of you'll so much:) dunt forget next year's bday also ok..hehehe..just kidding la..:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986858790347156756-4486870618064489120?l=geradline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geradline.blogspot.com/feeds/4486870618064489120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986858790347156756&amp;postID=4486870618064489120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986858790347156756/posts/default/4486870618064489120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986858790347156756/posts/default/4486870618064489120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geradline.blogspot.com/2007/10/one-week-of-fun-and-food.html' title='one week of fun and food...'/><author><name>Geradline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09186849750275553549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rC6z9D0uA8s/RwH-mlHsFJI/AAAAAAAAADE/fmBQiAvtROU/s72-c/DSC00233.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986858790347156756.post-856535211677008243</id><published>2007-09-25T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T10:53:42.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>our pool moves..</title><content type='html'>its always fun to go out in a group..lots of laughter..lots of making fun..lots of giggles. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;last saturday,i had my 1st group outing after a very long time..we had a go out with ur siblings, cousin and ur brother's best fren day:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we played pool, watched 'i now pronounce u chuck and larry' and visited vani a.k.a. valencia:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113961799161222178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rC6z9D0uA8s/RvhxKVHsFCI/AAAAAAAAACM/GSTOlG8NPGg/s200/DSC00210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;cheryl playing pool using a skill only mastered by pros..coached by justin of course:) but she still looks like a pro rite? &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113968185777591426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rC6z9D0uA8s/Rvh2-FHsFII/AAAAAAAAAC8/AK6d-xBmFjQ/s200/DSC00218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;ya..ya..justin..ure gud..i know..i can see tat..:) im gonna tell amma, where ure going during ur break..ure polishing ur pool skills instead of studying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rC6z9D0uA8s/RvhxKlHsFDI/AAAAAAAAACU/bHSy-wxU_Nc/s1600-h/DSC00215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113961803456189490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rC6z9D0uA8s/RvhxKlHsFDI/AAAAAAAAACU/bHSy-wxU_Nc/s200/DSC00215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me, wit my ok pool skills..i think i played pretty well even with my rusted skills..hehehe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113961816341091394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rC6z9D0uA8s/RvhxLVHsFEI/AAAAAAAAACc/4zgjzhDYz8I/s200/DSC00216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;savisha..showing off her hidden talent in pool..we nowknow where she mastered her amazing pool moves:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113961824931026018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rC6z9D0uA8s/RvhxL1HsFGI/AAAAAAAAACs/WNMhCxtsjNo/s200/DSC00213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;lau, justin's fren..the court jester:) we found out that lau has a hidden singing talent:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113961820636058706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rC6z9D0uA8s/RvhxLlHsFFI/AAAAAAAAACk/p03Prp2crGw/s200/DSC00222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and finally..we made it to vani's place..as always..the 2 cam crazy fans strike again! they look very much alike rite? and sorry vani for putting up this pic:)&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/1986858790347156756-856535211677008243?l=geradline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geradline.blogspot.com/feeds/856535211677008243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986858790347156756&amp;postID=856535211677008243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986858790347156756/posts/default/856535211677008243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986858790347156756/posts/default/856535211677008243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geradline.blogspot.com/2007/09/our-pool-moves.html' title='our pool moves..'/><author><name>Geradline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09186849750275553549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rC6z9D0uA8s/RvhxKVHsFCI/AAAAAAAAACM/GSTOlG8NPGg/s72-c/DSC00210.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986858790347156756.post-4223642663368134153</id><published>2007-09-21T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T18:27:08.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my photo diary..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hola..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i was told by my boyfren tat my blog skin is very depressing..thus behold the change of my blog attire..and then he decided to add another comment:@ he said that my posts are depressing too!! what the heck? so..i decided to add more colour to my writing too..and wat better way to do it than to add more pics to my posts..:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rC6z9D0uA8s/RvOSR1HsE6I/AAAAAAAAABM/A7rG0792MuM/s1600-h/DSC00140_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112590837010404258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rC6z9D0uA8s/RvOSR1HsE6I/AAAAAAAAABM/A7rG0792MuM/s200/DSC00140_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so charles and the rest of the world..this is me:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rC6z9D0uA8s/RvOSSFHsE7I/AAAAAAAAABU/6n6KcEdQjks/s1600-h/DSC00173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112590841305371570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rC6z9D0uA8s/RvOSSFHsE7I/AAAAAAAAABU/6n6KcEdQjks/s200/DSC00173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and then there's my life in the lab and the 3rd best thing in my life..my books..(in first position would be my family and in second, my "comment giving" boyfren)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rC6z9D0uA8s/RvOSSVHsE8I/AAAAAAAAABc/lamKYkU7ioA/s1600-h/DSC00192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112590845600338882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rC6z9D0uA8s/RvOSSVHsE8I/AAAAAAAAABc/lamKYkU7ioA/s200/DSC00192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and then we have my sister..yes..the gifted writer of the family..i think we look alike la..:) but somewhere in her genes, god missed out in the cleanliness genes:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;loud..talkative..crazy..and yet so sensible and kind..:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rC6z9D0uA8s/RvOVhFHsFBI/AAAAAAAAACE/Uwsk77bYRzc/s1600-h/DSC00209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112594397538292754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rC6z9D0uA8s/RvOVhFHsFBI/AAAAAAAAACE/Uwsk77bYRzc/s200/DSC00209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;need i say more..? im sorry cheryl..i just had to put this pic in =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rC6z9D0uA8s/RvOVgVHsE-I/AAAAAAAAABs/EsDbwBHvoNI/s1600-h/DSC00196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112594384653390818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rC6z9D0uA8s/RvOVgVHsE-I/AAAAAAAAABs/EsDbwBHvoNI/s200/DSC00196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and now we have my brother justin..we look very much alike as u can see..:) he insisted on wearing the cap! u shuld see him without the cap, his hair has a mind of its own:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pampered..spoilt..emo just like me..with a heart of gold..:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rC6z9D0uA8s/RvOVg1HsFAI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KhKVu9n1yQc/s1600-h/DSC00202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112594393243325442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rC6z9D0uA8s/RvOVg1HsFAI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KhKVu9n1yQc/s200/DSC00202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;caught in action! justin's got the "poking" gene..hehehe&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rC6z9D0uA8s/RvOVgFHsE9I/AAAAAAAAABk/LYoCx0XGgKM/s1600-h/DSC00190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112594380358423506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rC6z9D0uA8s/RvOVgFHsE9I/AAAAAAAAABk/LYoCx0XGgKM/s200/DSC00190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the 3 of us..we're like 3 clowns on the lose..we rock our house..cheryl's continues jabbering, justin's continues need to poke anyone in his radar and me screaming through the chaos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rC6z9D0uA8s/RvOVg1HsE_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/RlHNfj9vUGY/s1600-h/DSC00199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112594393243325426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rC6z9D0uA8s/RvOVg1HsE_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/RlHNfj9vUGY/s200/DSC00199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im grateful to have them in my life..:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986858790347156756-4223642663368134153?l=geradline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geradline.blogspot.com/feeds/4223642663368134153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986858790347156756&amp;postID=4223642663368134153' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986858790347156756/posts/default/4223642663368134153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986858790347156756/posts/default/4223642663368134153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geradline.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-photo-diary.html' title='my photo diary..'/><author><name>Geradline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09186849750275553549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rC6z9D0uA8s/RvOSR1HsE6I/AAAAAAAAABM/A7rG0792MuM/s72-c/DSC00140_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986858790347156756.post-3643490334573542780</id><published>2007-09-14T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T08:53:09.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>touch screen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;firstly..thanks abi for pointing out the obivious..:) i damn bodoh la..hehehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;last thursday was a mad day for me..the day started off with me sending my dad to Assuntha for his usual check-up..then i headed back to the Plant Lab to find that another half of my banana plants have died..so i have all together..drum roll please...15 plants left..out of 70 plants! damn tissue culture! yes sheena..im on ur side now..&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I HATE PLANT TISSUE CULTURE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then i went back to assuntha, picked my dad up, sent him back home, headed back to UM again and went to the Genetics Lab..once again..weird results from my PCR! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then i got drenched in the rain..with an umbrella! i looked like a wet dog..:( then i tot, i shuld treat myself..i went to Sakae sushi in bangsar village (cheryl, dunt tell amma..:) she'll flip! ) once again, i was alone, wet and hungry..*sigh* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i headed into the restaurant..the waiters were saying something in Japanese..i guess it means welcome la..nodded my head confidently..sat down..hey..they have the touch screens on every table..ya, cheryl has told me bout it..u can just&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; 'touch'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the screen to place ur order...so being the Malaysian that i am..i started touching the screen..touch..touch..touch..eh..rosak ke my touch screen? why ah..nothing's happening? then i looked around..where are all the waiters that greeted me just now? im hungry..then i saw a waiter, gave him my order and continued to look around for anything else to fidget..i took the wasabi, put it into the small sauce plate, added in the salty kicap..eh, where are the chopsticks ah? oh..there they are..alamak! wats this?? there's a mouse here la..and walaa...upon placing my fingers onto the mouse, i see the cursor moving on the konon-nye touch screen that "cheryl told me about"!!! oh god, oh god..look left look right..did they see me earlier jabbing the screen? even if they did, i wouldnt have seen them..they might be at the kitchen now, laughing their heads off at me! how am i ever going to go back there again? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;damn u cheryl for telling me tat tats a touch screen! damn me for being so idiotic! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986858790347156756-3643490334573542780?l=geradline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geradline.blogspot.com/feeds/3643490334573542780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986858790347156756&amp;postID=3643490334573542780' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986858790347156756/posts/default/3643490334573542780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986858790347156756/posts/default/3643490334573542780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geradline.blogspot.com/2007/09/firstly.html' title='touch screen'/><author><name>Geradline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09186849750275553549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986858790347156756.post-7442350427793674135</id><published>2007-09-11T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T01:59:18.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh good lord..im gonna be 25!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;im going to be 25 in exactly 2 weeks..as i get older i feel that i have more regrets than ever bout many things in my life..i wish i can turn back time..i wish i can do it all over again (anything except my STPM)..i wish i can make all my wrongs right..60% of my regrets have been my education..and the other 40% is the person i have turned out to be..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i shuld have studied harder for my SPM (at least i would have easily gotten a scholarship and not be forced to sit for my STPM-which is f-ing difficult and it literally freezes ur brain cells)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i shuld'nt have given up so fast on my STPM (at least i would have gotten a better course for my degree)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i shuld have worked towards a first class honours in my degree (at least i would have been able to immediately work towards my PhD or gotten a full scholarship)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i shuld have been wiser when choosing the kind of Masters programme that i want to do (an MSc is far better than an M.Biotech)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i shuld have worked harder in my M.Biotech (though i felt as if i practically squeezed every brain cell of mine dry when doing my coursework)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i shuld have potrayed a better image to my siblings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i shuld have been a better daughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i shuld have been a better girlfren to charles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i shuld have been a better Catholic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i shuld have been more patient&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i shuld'nt have scratched my eyes so much (now i have the perpetual drunk look!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i shuld'nt have eaten so much of McD (McD is addictive..its worse than coffee!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i shuld'nt have gossiped so much (i cant help it la..when 2 or 3 are gathered there is bound to be gossips at hand!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i shuld have been naughtier when i was younger (at least i would have more stories of my childhood..interesting stories..at least..*sigh*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;so this year..instead of having a resolution on new year's, im having a resolution for my 25th bday..so people..here goes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;do not regret bout the past..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;be hapie with the choices i have made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;work towards a better future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;work towards being a better person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this includes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*being a better daughter, sister, girlfren, fren, cousin,relative, student..etc..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*being more and more patient..(i really seem to lack in this area..its as if i lost or mutated that part of my gene)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*taking better care of myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*eating healthily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*lessen my gossip sessions (ill try la..hehehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986858790347156756-7442350427793674135?l=geradline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geradline.blogspot.com/feeds/7442350427793674135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986858790347156756&amp;postID=7442350427793674135' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986858790347156756/posts/default/7442350427793674135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986858790347156756/posts/default/7442350427793674135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geradline.blogspot.com/2007/09/oh-good-lordim-gonna-be-25.html' title='oh good lord..im gonna be 25!'/><author><name>Geradline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09186849750275553549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986858790347156756.post-1323730292404257952</id><published>2007-09-07T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T00:19:54.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my never ending sadness...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rC6z9D0uA8s/RuQcP9AIV0I/AAAAAAAAAAs/PhjaF0yyWYI/s1600-h/243726551l-arnold.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108238937743710018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rC6z9D0uA8s/RuQcP9AIV0I/AAAAAAAAAAs/PhjaF0yyWYI/s320/243726551l-arnold.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when god takes away a person, it is actually a test for the rest of the family members..it is at times like this that u actually see a family being united. helping in the funeral preparations, praying for strength, crying together, sharing in the sorrow and pain of the lost loved one, trying their very best to lighten the family's burden (though no number of hugs or words of encouragement can lighten the pain of a lost person)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;arnold's passing..showed me how united my family was..i always knew i had a very close-knit family, but never did i think that only through death could i see this..:( as always, there were a few idiotic people that took his death as their cue to lash their &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"wise-ass comments"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..we dunt need your 1/2 a cent comments! ure just plain stupid! idiotic! and judgemental! and please bring ur royal asses back to earth for you're not GOD! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the passing of arnold still comes as a shock not only for me but the rest of my family..but i guess, god had his own reasons for taking him away so soon..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we just cant stop talking bout him..i know that life goes on, but the very thought tat he's no longer here saddens me..he was only 17+ for pete's sake! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rapist shuld die..murderers shuld die..not arnold...never arnold...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/1986858790347156756-1323730292404257952?l=geradline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geradline.blogspot.com/feeds/1323730292404257952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986858790347156756&amp;postID=1323730292404257952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986858790347156756/posts/default/1323730292404257952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986858790347156756/posts/default/1323730292404257952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geradline.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-never-ending-sadness.html' title='my never ending sadness...'/><author><name>Geradline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09186849750275553549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rC6z9D0uA8s/RuQcP9AIV0I/AAAAAAAAAAs/PhjaF0yyWYI/s72-c/243726551l-arnold.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986858790347156756.post-6306625518538607215</id><published>2007-09-02T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T21:19:08.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>arnold raj...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;31st August 2007 will be a day tat i will never forget for the rest of my life...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;arnold raj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..my havoc, crazy, clowning, loving, talented and funny cousin passed away..and he was only 17+...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;d two days of crying was the worst ive ever felt in my entire life..and tats just me, a cousin feeling like crap..wat more my aunty, uncle, vani and mervin? wat more arnold's grandmother? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;his accident is still a mystery..and yes, to all of you'll tats feeding us with ur version of the accident..i dunt get it!!! it doesnt make any sense!!! get this into ur system &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"the truth will prevail"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i keep recalling bout the last time i saw him..i was asking him if tats d time to get up! (it was 5pm and he was just getting up!) :) now i wish i had asked him if he was ok, or spoke to him longer, or even made him rap or beatbox for me:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;even at 18, he led a very colourful life..he was always at his height! creating some kinda chaos..at any party, you could always hear his voice..he was either making fun of someone, laughing or joking around..the proof of his eventful life was the turn up at his funeral...the church was packed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to arnold..im sorry ur life ended this way..u had so much of potential in u..so much of love..so much of kindness..so much of everything..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;may ur soul rest in peace...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986858790347156756-6306625518538607215?l=geradline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geradline.blogspot.com/feeds/6306625518538607215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986858790347156756&amp;postID=6306625518538607215' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986858790347156756/posts/default/6306625518538607215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986858790347156756/posts/default/6306625518538607215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geradline.blogspot.com/2007/09/arnold-raj.html' title='arnold raj...'/><author><name>Geradline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09186849750275553549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986858790347156756.post-8010251420402208689</id><published>2007-08-30T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T12:55:51.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my independence...:) and my new phone..hehehehe</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rC6z9D0uA8s/RtZMgNAIVyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AdsJsbuduz0/s1600-h/SonyEricssonS500i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104351343800768290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rC6z9D0uA8s/RtZMgNAIVyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AdsJsbuduz0/s200/SonyEricssonS500i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have a beautiful handphone..i have an amazing boyfren...im so hapie.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rC6z9D0uA8s/RtZKdtAIVwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Fe53-B6suu0/s1600-h/DSC00009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104349101827839746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rC6z9D0uA8s/RtZKdtAIVwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Fe53-B6suu0/s200/DSC00009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a pic which i took from my new phone..:) i look like crap but cheryl looks nice (as always)&lt;br /&gt;so people..frens, relatives, foes and pencuri handphones..yes, i am the owner of a very gempak sony ericsson S500i..its utterly gorgeous..and my utterly amazing boyfren bought it for me as an early birthday gift:) im so hapie..im so hapie..im so hapie...and yes, im so hapie..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time im sitting at secret recipe SS2. eating fish n chips, drinking ice-lemon tea and awaiting the arival of my carrot slice:) yum...:) charles is on his way to Bali...:( bitting my lips and trying so hard to be this strong independent girlfren..but u and i both know the truth..u cant help but miss ur boyfren when he's miles away..:( no matter how much of a girl power supporter are u, no matter how independent u r, no matter how capable u r at being alone...deep down u wish ur loved-one is there beside u...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charles has often told me that i shuld learn to do things by myself..and not be so dependent on my frens and of course on him as well..and 2 b honest im not so much as the type that would have a meal by myself in a restaurant.i have gone for shoppings by myself but tats coz i think and decide better by myself.frens and family around me especially during christmas shopping is a total no-no as i end up getting frustrated and being very indecisive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, back to the matter at hand..can i really be independent? well, i seem to shock myself..this past year..to be exact, ever since i started my research, i have been nothing but alone..(and lonely la..*sigh*) and now ive come to the extend where i feel like i actually dunt mind having a meal alone, going window shopping or the actual shopping, checking out mph for books, shoe-shopping, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i need is cash, credit card and my laptop (if the place where im going has internet access)...so charles, u better be damn proud of me coz i dunt bug u as much as i use..:) i have yet to achieve the height of independence which is going for a movie 'alone'..just typing this sentence out is giving me the chills...:( i think i am very far from achieving tat la..and plus, i seriously do not want to achieve tat kinda independence...its too cold and lonely... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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phone..hehehehe'/><author><name>Geradline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09186849750275553549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rC6z9D0uA8s/RtZMgNAIVyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AdsJsbuduz0/s72-c/SonyEricssonS500i.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986858790347156756.post-6239641716801128279</id><published>2007-08-24T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T16:12:00.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love charles for getting me a new handphone for my birthday!!! my baby..my darling..my sweetie...:) and for spoiling me rotten...hehehe...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986858790347156756-6239641716801128279?l=geradline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geradline.blogspot.com/feeds/6239641716801128279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986858790347156756&amp;postID=6239641716801128279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986858790347156756/posts/default/6239641716801128279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986858790347156756/posts/default/6239641716801128279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geradline.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-love-charles-for-getting-me-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Geradline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09186849750275553549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986858790347156756.post-8230713935759807363</id><published>2007-08-24T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T16:07:34.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i look like cookie monster thanks to my unruly eyebrows! my hair looks like someting dead on my head! my skin looks so dull! i feel like shit! my life is like shit! my work in d lab is depressing! my life at home is like hell! charles is taking mighty long to reply my email! my back is aching thanks to d stupid chair in d lab! i hate sitting at starbucks coz its f-ing expensive! i hate burger king coz its f-ing fattening! i hate bangsar coz getting a parking there is like finding a buried treasure! i hate charles for going on a holiday without me! i hate being always left out of everything! i hate driving everyday! i hate d hot weather! i hate! i hate! i just plain hate everything!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986858790347156756-8230713935759807363?l=geradline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geradline.blogspot.com/feeds/8230713935759807363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986858790347156756&amp;postID=8230713935759807363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986858790347156756/posts/default/8230713935759807363'/><link 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flesh, they never let go..they hold on to u and tie a leech around ur neck and ure destined to be their unpaid slave whereby freedom will be a distant memory..a hope thats beyond ur reach..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;guys on the other hand..are god sent..they are beautiful creatures with a heart so pure and chaste..their presence make our life beautiful and worth living..they walk on this earth with an ultimate destiny.."to make women happy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;YA RITE!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;GUYS WILL ALWAYS BE JACKASSES..AND &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;only some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; GALS WILL BE JENNYASSES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986858790347156756-9070840723174503377?l=geradline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geradline.blogspot.com/feeds/9070840723174503377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986858790347156756&amp;postID=9070840723174503377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986858790347156756/posts/default/9070840723174503377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986858790347156756/posts/default/9070840723174503377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geradline.blogspot.com/2007/08/of-most-guys-and-only-some-gals.html' title='of most guys and only some gals..:)'/><author><name>Geradline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09186849750275553549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986858790347156756.post-7078856019764976710</id><published>2007-08-15T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T16:25:40.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;i spoke to Jaclyn Victor on the phone yesterday!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im so darn happy!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986858790347156756-7078856019764976710?l=geradline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geradline.blogspot.com/feeds/7078856019764976710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986858790347156756&amp;postID=7078856019764976710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986858790347156756/posts/default/7078856019764976710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986858790347156756/posts/default/7078856019764976710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geradline.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-spoke-to-jaclyn-victor-on-phone.html' title=''/><author><name>Geradline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09186849750275553549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986858790347156756.post-9153188538126898776</id><published>2007-08-15T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T16:14:38.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>d human mind...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;have you ever wondered how some people are so gud at creating a gud impression? its like they pre-plan every action of theirs so tat ultimately they end up &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;'looking'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; like d nice person or d innocent one or d person who could never hurt a fly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i sometimes wonder how can they know how to react so diplomatically every single time..even when the situation is against them, they never show it in their faces..its as if they have already thought of all the consequences if they react in a negative manner..they know wat to say, wat not to say..wat to do, wat not to do..who to be nice to, who to ignore..and mind u, these actions of theirs pay off in the long run..coz in the end, they are the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;'nice ones'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it amazes me how naiive ive been all these years..i have never thought of being  nice to a person just coz i will be in their gud books..if im ever nice to a person its coz i just want to be  nice..tats it! no ulterior motives to tat...guess im not tat far-sighted..*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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mind...'/><author><name>Geradline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09186849750275553549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986858790347156756.post-2663664672672383378</id><published>2007-08-14T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T17:16:44.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;u have nothing...&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and yet u think tat u own the Bahamas! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;u speak so highly of urself...&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and yet u cant even get a minimum qualification&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;u look down at others...&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;when the rest of us have achieved more  than u can possible achieve in a lifetime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;u laugh and jeer at us...&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and yet, the mirrors shatter at ur sight:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;u are probably gud at one thing and u brag bout it till thy kingdom come....&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;imagine how much more we can brag!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;u make ur presence felt in a hurtful way...&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;when the rest of us make our presence felt, cherished and remembered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;u will probably have frens...&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;but will u still have them when ure at ur lowest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;u are the lowest jack-ass anyone has ever known..and yet you will continue to haunt us...we will remain quiet and endure ur spiteful remarks for tats the type of people we are..we will never stoop down to ur level..the level of cow-dung and cat shit!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986858790347156756-2663664672672383378?l=geradline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geradline.blogspot.com/feeds/2663664672672383378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986858790347156756&amp;postID=2663664672672383378' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986858790347156756/posts/default/2663664672672383378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986858790347156756/posts/default/2663664672672383378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geradline.blogspot.com/2007/08/u-have-nothing.html' title=''/><author><name>Geradline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09186849750275553549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986858790347156756.post-5202662153163570420</id><published>2007-08-14T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T16:21:18.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;im suppose to be angry!! not u!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986858790347156756-5202662153163570420?l=geradline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geradline.blogspot.com/feeds/5202662153163570420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986858790347156756&amp;postID=5202662153163570420' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986858790347156756/posts/default/5202662153163570420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986858790347156756/posts/default/5202662153163570420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geradline.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-suppose-to-be-angry-not-u.html' title=''/><author><name>Geradline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09186849750275553549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986858790347156756.post-5308672512290558063</id><published>2007-07-24T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T02:31:16.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so wat???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so wat if i dunt write bout intelligent or interesting stuff? &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i like writing bout stupid things..i hate psycho-analysing things so i just end up writing bout dumb things la..at least i write...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so wat if i like writing bout myself? &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;wat else is more interesting than a 25 year old female:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so wat if i have a big forehead? &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;coz im getting smarter la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so wat if i like going to church? &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i want to be a good catholic, if u dunt want to, then i cant give two hoots!! but dunt condemn!! u have no right!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so wat if ive had d same boyfren for the past 6 years? &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ure just jealous!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so wat if i look awful in pics? &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;its not ur face rite? then why d heck do u care? am i ur girlfren?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so wat if my dad told d world that im gonna do my PhD? &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;he's proud of me, so lay off!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so wat if im still not working? &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;am i asking you for my petrol money?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so wat if im still studying? &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;am i using ur brains?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so wat if im dark? &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;at least i have lesser chances of getting wrinkles or skin cancer:) bet u didnt noe tat rite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so wat if im pampered? &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ure envious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so wat if i like to whine? &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;am i whinning to u?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so wat if i like to cry?&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; am i using ur tear glands?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so wat if i dunt read the books that u read? &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;at least i read..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so wat if i cant write as well as u?&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; im sure u have better things to think about than my writing skills?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so wat if i like shopping?&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; im not using ur hard earn money rite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so wat if im into romance? &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i just like it la..cant seem to think of a witty remark:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so wat if i like the people that u hate? &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i dunt share ur DNA, so dunt expect me to hate d people u hate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so wat if ive had many admirers? &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;hehehe..hahaha...hohoho...ure just fucking jealous!!!! go jump off the cliff! there's nothing u can do bout tat!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so wat if i cant speak Tamil? &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;at least i dunt claim to be eurasian like some people do...tak sedar diri!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so wat if i hate gold? &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i just hate it la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so wat if im sentimental? &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;someone has to be rite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so wat if i like order? &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;tats just the way i am..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so wat if i like to get a tattoo? &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i think its interesting..people are just shallow bout tattoos and get d wrong idea bout it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so wat if i wear short skirts? &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;im thin..so i can wear watever i like!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so wat if im just like every other gal?&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; i can be normal...there's no harm in tat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so wat if people dunt read my blog? &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i noe that no one reads my blog..i dunt read their's too..:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so wat if im average?&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; i work hard even to be average...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so wat if im not witty? &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i still am able to make people laugh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so wat if i do not have d patience? &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i just do not have d patience...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so wat if im frustrated? &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i just feel tat way...:( just stand by me..dunt give ur comments..i dunt want to hear it....i just need you there...tats all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so wat? so wat? so wat? &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ya, so wat????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986858790347156756-5308672512290558063?l=geradline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geradline.blogspot.com/feeds/5308672512290558063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986858790347156756&amp;postID=5308672512290558063' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986858790347156756/posts/default/5308672512290558063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986858790347156756/posts/default/5308672512290558063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geradline.blogspot.com/2007/07/so-wat.html' title='so wat???'/><author><name>Geradline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09186849750275553549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986858790347156756.post-347342335555017535</id><published>2007-07-16T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T15:22:15.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>here is a list of interesting things tat has been happening in my life...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;* my research- which is super interesting..im actually trying to insert a human gene into the banana plant. im researching on the expression of the protein...cool rite??? :) dun look at me weirdly..it is cool...:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;*my swimming lessons- it is going on fine..except for the fact tat even after 3 lessons, im still scared of the 4 ft water:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;*my tmnet hotspot prepaid account- this is super cool..im like this cool chic..sitting at restaurants, having my meal while surfing the internet:) haiih...i cant help but beam :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;*my little stint in a Korean academy- im actually teaching Science to Korean kids..i love this job!! its fun..coz i get to see them squirm when i teach them bout sexual reproduction:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986858790347156756-347342335555017535?l=geradline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geradline.blogspot.com/feeds/347342335555017535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986858790347156756&amp;postID=347342335555017535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986858790347156756/posts/default/347342335555017535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986858790347156756/posts/default/347342335555017535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geradline.blogspot.com/2007/07/here-is-list-of-interesting-things-tat.html' title=''/><author><name>Geradline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09186849750275553549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986858790347156756.post-7783126999755368747</id><published>2007-07-12T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T13:46:36.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;. anger . frustration . hurt . broken heart . tears . sadness . dissapointed . fear . mental torture . emotional torture .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;need i say more????&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986858790347156756-7783126999755368747?l=geradline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geradline.blogspot.com/feeds/7783126999755368747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986858790347156756&amp;postID=7783126999755368747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986858790347156756/posts/default/7783126999755368747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986858790347156756/posts/default/7783126999755368747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geradline.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Geradline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09186849750275553549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986858790347156756.post-840476784287686474</id><published>2007-07-10T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T16:04:38.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just started my swimming classes 2 weeks ago..it was not too bad..besides the fact that we always end up with back and shoulder pain by the end of the lesson:) i realise that my fear for the water is so strong tat i always hesitate before attempting anything in the water. mind you, the water is only 4 feet and i am more than 5 feet! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do i have fear for the water? let me highlight the whole web community on something that happened nearly 10 years ago...my family and i went to the waterfalls in Kota Tinggi, Johor. it was a beautiful day..the sun was shinning so brightly, the birds were chirping...it was all so glorious..when i, being the wise person that i always am, wanted to stand like Xena (The Warrior Princess) on a huge rock. and before i could attempt to do anything else brave, i slipped on that moss filled rock, slid down the rock and landed into the gushing water..and when i say gushing, i mean GUSHING!!!!! i was screaming and yelling!!! all i could ever think of at that time was..IM GONNA DIE, I HATE D WATER, IM GONNA DIE, IM NEVER GOING NEAR A WATERFALL EVER EVER IN MY LIFE!!! thank god, one of my very brave cousins manage to grab my leg before i went further...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so people...tats my very sad story as to why i have a fear for water....:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people never seem to understand whenever you tell that that ure frighten of the sea. they say things like.."aiyaa..u wont drown la..ure so tall..u can just try to walk a bit further away from the beach..im holding your hand rite? u wont fall la..." STUPID!!! DUNT U UNDERSTAND!!! IM BLOODY SCARED!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there's the whole dumb ass thing that they do. throwing everyone into the water!! they somehow, cannot understand the fact that i am scared!!!! whenever i see any of my cousin's charging towards me, i run away from them as fast as my legs can carry me and find safety..which is behind my mum or dad...and if they manage to get me, they grab me and so very conviniently toss me into the sea...:( and when i manage to stand up, spit out the water from my mouth, wipe my teary eyes..i end up looking like a wet rug...:( and my cousins end up laughing their heads off at the pathetic sight of me! i end up as a subject for their cheap thrills!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now, after 10 years..ive finally decided to face my fears..im going for swimming lessons. its not going very well..but from wat i was, this is progress for me...:) so to all you people who think tat its funny to throw people who are terrified into the water, well i have news for u, ITS NOT FUNNY!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986858790347156756-840476784287686474?l=geradline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geradline.blogspot.com/feeds/840476784287686474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986858790347156756&amp;postID=840476784287686474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986858790347156756/posts/default/840476784287686474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986858790347156756/posts/default/840476784287686474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geradline.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-just-started-my-swimming-classes-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Geradline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09186849750275553549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986858790347156756.post-712018054470319640</id><published>2007-07-09T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T11:31:08.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sitting in A&amp;W now..(10.25am). and yes, i know its a bit early 2 b indulging in fast food, but if ure in my situation u'd understand. anyway, im not pigging out on burgers or root beers...im having a healthy hearty breakfast..u shuld try it, its quite good..(especially their banana muffin:) ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;well, as in my friendster shoutout, MY HANDPHONE WAS STOLEN!!!! To that piece of crap that stole it, ive been cursing u ever since u stole my precious handphone from me! i cursed u when i was driving home &amp;amp; couldnt listen 2 my songs in my playlist! i cursed u when i didnt wake up on time as my phone now has a horrible tune as alarm! i cursed u when i passed every sony ericsson shop! my guess is, by now, u would have either landed in hospital coz of a very bad rash all over ur body, with puss oozing out! or ur wife or girlfren would have left u coz ure too ugly or because of the rash:) hahaha....the things i would do just to amuse myself!!!!!! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so now, im using my mum's handphone..its ok la...but none can compare to my baby sony..haiihhh....(cursing my phone thief again!!!! ) i hope to get a new phone soon...at times like this, i wish i wasnt still studying! (why must i want to do my masters??? why oh why????)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ive set my eyes on sony ericsson W810i...d black and orange one...my mum told me 2 be patient, as she might get it for me:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i hate d fact that even being 1/4 a century, i still have 2 depend on my mum...even tough i am earning a bit from my tuition classes, but i still do not have enough cash to buy fancy handphones at such short notice..maybe i might be able to get it, if i stop eating out, make my car move on water, start communicating using smoke signals with my boyfren (save my handphone bill), walk to UM, walk to Sri Gombak, drink water instead of ice lemon tea and do a whole lot of other things to save money..and by the time i have saved enuf, i would be another 5 years older!!! (cursing the thief again!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;oh well, the only hope i ever have at getting a new handphone is to be patient and hope that my mum would be an angel and buy me the phone..W810i, hold on baby, im coming soon...:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;im still at A&amp;W (11.00 am), still have another hour to kill..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;already in my supposedly final sem of my Masters program..if all goes well, i might be able to complete my research and thesis writeup by the end of this year..d research is so unpredictable...it may go smoothly for one week and d next week, it will go all crazy!!! i trully trully hope that d crazy period is over...i cant afford to sit here for another sem...its like there is a choir group singing in my head "ure 25...get on with it..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A&amp;amp;W is pretty quiet now..how d heck can people drink rootbeer so darn early? dunt they feel guilty??? high concentration of sugar and gas so early in d morning is not gud people...coffee is better...:) not that its any good either...:) oh boy..im talking crap again...guess its d scambled eggs and banana muffin doing its trick..;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;how can people blog everyday..how come there are so many exciting things happening to only them and not boring people like me..or maybe they are more observant than me..how can they have a witty comments about everything that they observe? when i observe something, i just observe it, go home and tell everyone about it, tell charles about it and tats it..i dunt go psycho-analyzing it like some bloggers do...i guess, in short...IM JUST A BORING PERSON!!!! ouch...tat really hurts! ive finally embraced that fact...sad sad geradline....:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ok la..i guess i better go..i think my post is a bit too long this time...which half of it is a load of crap:) so cheryl, once again: NO COMMENTS!!!! and charles: IM SORRY 4 BEING A PAIN..and I am independent...:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ciao people..take care of ur handphones...:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986858790347156756-712018054470319640?l=geradline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geradline.blogspot.com/feeds/712018054470319640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986858790347156756&amp;postID=712018054470319640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986858790347156756/posts/default/712018054470319640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986858790347156756/posts/default/712018054470319640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geradline.blogspot.com/2007/07/sitting-in-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Geradline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09186849750275553549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986858790347156756.post-6983523572522051157</id><published>2007-03-03T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T12:31:53.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im going to change..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im a sadis..someone pointed tat out to me yesterday. i always tot so highly of myself. i never really tot that im this pathetic. wenever some1 tells me something bout myself, im always defending myself. but this time..i was left speechless..it is true..as im getting older..i am becoming a sadis..a bigger and bigger sadis..day by day..before it starts eating me up..i better change my ways..i suddenly realised that there is so much to change in myself. i wonder how come no one has actually told me anything..or maybe, they have been telling and im d stupid imbecile who keeps defending myself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so, this lent..i shuld pray more for myself..and make it a point to change my ways..ya, i noe that its not normal for one to 'kutuk' oneself on d net. but i do not give two hoots! this is d only way i make it clear to myself that I NEED TO CHANGE MY WAYS..or else...i might lose all d people who are dear to me..:( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p/s- people go and watch d pursuit of happiness..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;          it makes you realise a lot of things about life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and cheryl..i so do not want ur comments...!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986858790347156756-6983523572522051157?l=geradline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geradline.blogspot.com/feeds/6983523572522051157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986858790347156756&amp;postID=6983523572522051157' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986858790347156756/posts/default/6983523572522051157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986858790347156756/posts/default/6983523572522051157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geradline.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-going-to-change.html' title='im going to change..'/><author><name>Geradline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09186849750275553549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986858790347156756.post-3502595438737154960</id><published>2007-02-18T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T17:29:07.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what drives me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;i admire...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;people who write well. i wish i am also able to express myself through my writings. i love to read good books and the way the authors are able to capture every expression, every movement, every detail..y cant i do that? i recently had to write a short paragraph about my future plans and i was trully lost for words. in my head i had all sorts of ideas but wen it came to actually sitting down to write, i didnt noe where to begin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; people who do so darn well in their exams even when they seem to play around the most. these people seem so cool on the outside while u r like a time bomb waiting to explode on the test day! you burn the midnight oil, u look like crap, u dunt eat or sleep for days, ur eye brows start growing like wild making you look like 'cookie monster', pimples start sprouting like ur epidermis is the most fertile ground... and they on the other hand are still  able to go for movies, hang out with frens..basically do 'happy things'..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;i guess all ur life, u wish u were like others..u wish ur life were just like theirs, u wish u had great hair just like their shinning crown, u wish u had their cool attitude, u wish u had their self-confidence, u wish u could speak like them, u wish u could dance like them, u wish u could have great frens like theirs, u wish u could have...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;this list will never stop..but i guess in the end, u and i both noe that 'we shuld always be hapie with what we have'..well, i think thats a load of crap, if ananda krishnan were to be hapie with what he had, he would never get richer..i guess, its things like these, thoughts like these that drives us to better ourselves..it makes us work hard.it makes us perservere, it makes us move forward..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;so, to all those people out there who write well and dunt need to study..ya, im jealous of u, but its u people that drives me day by day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986858790347156756-3502595438737154960?l=geradline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geradline.blogspot.com/feeds/3502595438737154960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986858790347156756&amp;postID=3502595438737154960' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986858790347156756/posts/default/3502595438737154960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986858790347156756/posts/default/3502595438737154960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geradline.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-drives-me.html' title='what drives me...'/><author><name>Geradline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09186849750275553549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986858790347156756.post-666728021852432061</id><published>2007-02-15T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T18:34:03.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>valentines...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hehehe..hahaha..hohoho..my baby is the best!!! i celebrated my valentines on Monday. i met charles in KLCC where we went shopping for a gift for me!!! :) i wanted a pair of Levis but i ended up buying a Swatch watch...hahaha..&lt;em&gt;jangan jealous ah people&lt;/em&gt;..after our watch shopping, we went to watch 'the last kiss' which was one heck of a dumb movie!!! at the end of the day, we ended up fighting for i dunno wat reason:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;on valentines day, charles was still not his usual self (this meaning his constant laughing and yelling) &lt;em&gt;poor me..&lt;/em&gt;i was trying so hard at getting him back to his normal self..i couldnt see him on V-day as I had to help my mum. wen he called after work yesterday, he asked me if i received anything. and i was like acting &lt;em&gt;bodoh &lt;/em&gt;la..but i knew that my baby actually got me flowers..:) had to maintain macho la...i told him tat i didnt receive anything. then Bloomings called me and let the cat out of the bag. they asked if i have received the chocolates and flowers...&lt;em&gt;wow, there are chocolates 2? :) &lt;/em&gt;so i told them la tat i didnt receive anything. then charles told me that i will be getting it at 10pm. damn cacat rite Bloomings? im sure the flowers and chocolates would have cost him a bomb and yet they can send it so late! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so anyway, i received a bouquet of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red gebras&lt;/span&gt; and a box of Ferrero Rochers with a mesage from my baby at around 10.45pm...conclusion.... &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;MY CHARLES IS THE BEST!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thanks charles, i know that im a bag..sorry &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;sack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; full of nonsense. but i luv u to bits..hope that there will be many many more years of laughing..smiling..crying..fighting..whacking..and everything beautiful and rosy..i luv u..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p/s-i cant seem to paste the pic i took...so mengada rite? hehehe..:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986858790347156756-666728021852432061?l=geradline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geradline.blogspot.com/feeds/666728021852432061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986858790347156756&amp;postID=666728021852432061' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986858790347156756/posts/default/666728021852432061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986858790347156756/posts/default/666728021852432061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geradline.blogspot.com/2007/02/valentines.html' title='valentines...'/><author><name>Geradline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09186849750275553549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986858790347156756.post-7949223250030544644</id><published>2007-01-29T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T19:10:48.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im talking rubbish...forgive me:(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Time:-6.30pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Day:- 29th Jan 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Feeling:- tired..and hapie coz i'll be seeing charles in a few hours time:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Reading:- Alchemy of desire-Tarun Tejpal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;life has begun once again with a million and one things to do..ive already got a research project for my final semester.which kinda took me by surprise coz i got it so easily..not that its an easy project:( but i expected things to be a bit harder in getting a research and locating a supervisor that would actually give you money to do a project for them..so, in other words, im kinda hapie that things happened so fast for me:)..so, i'll have about 11 months to complete my research and do my write-up..which is a helllotta work to do, but im willing to do watever it takes to graduate by this year!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i wish i would discover something in the world of biotechnology..something new that would help the world in one way or another..is tat a bit too far fetched:) hehehe..dunno la..dont mind trying though. and if i do..it will be gud..but if i dunt, tak ape la..as long as im doing something that i love:) tats d most important thing rite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but is biotechnology really my calling? or is drawing really my thing..haiih..dunno la...bio makes me feel scared..everything is moving at such a rapid speed. sometimes when im reading bout the latest advancements in this arena i feel as if im left behind. all these researchers have knowledge at their fingertips. they are so gud at wat they do and wat makes them even better is the fact that they can constantly improve what they've discovered.. will i be able to be like them? or at least close to them...;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ok la..tats it for now..dunno wat else to write about..:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;adios..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;work hard people..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986858790347156756-7949223250030544644?l=geradline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geradline.blogspot.com/feeds/7949223250030544644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986858790347156756&amp;postID=7949223250030544644' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986858790347156756/posts/default/7949223250030544644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986858790347156756/posts/default/7949223250030544644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geradline.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-talking-rubbishforgive-me.html' title='im talking rubbish...forgive me:('/><author><name>Geradline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09186849750275553549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986858790347156756.post-113536653088409298</id><published>2007-01-03T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T17:22:14.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another year...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;its another year..cant believe how fast d time is passing..im 25 this year!! can u believe it? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'M 25!!&lt;/span&gt; I made such a big fuss about being 24 last year and now im 25..i think i shuld make a bigger fuss now..:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this year i made a few resolutions..i cant recall if i made any resolutions last year.maybe i did..and as usual, by the middle of the year the resolutions are forgotten and so is the paper which i wrote in, thrown away..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my mum told me(from a book she read) that when you write down what u want, u take one step closer towards making it come true..so this year, i wrote down my resolution..clearly..in a book..which i'll be carrying it everyday to class..so i guess, im one step closer towards making it a reality..:) tats a big step rite? :) im trying to be positive here..hehehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ive started my classes..haihh...:( i just cant wait for it to be all over..im actualy becoming very fed up of studying..cant wait to get things done..get a job, get a hse, a car, if possible get a scholarship to do my pHD..guess thats too much to ask for..my mum says tat im never satisfied with whatever that i have..im sure charles agrees with her too:( but can i help it if i have big dreams and i get really frustrated when i dunt seem to get even close to it..i noe its good to have big dreams, but i guess everything depends on luck and whether God thinks that that is d best thing for u:( why does God have to think so much...:( just give me everything la..=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so to d people who read my blog..&lt;em&gt;does anyone even read my blog? besides cheryl who clearly has nothing better to do..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;cheers to d New Year..may all of us get everything our heart's desire as we all bloody well deserve it and may God not think so much and let us have everything...;) and wish me luck as i only have another year to go before i get d title MBiotech behind my name:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986858790347156756-113536653088409298?l=geradline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geradline.blogspot.com/feeds/113536653088409298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986858790347156756&amp;postID=113536653088409298' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986858790347156756/posts/default/113536653088409298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986858790347156756/posts/default/113536653088409298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geradline.blogspot.com/2007/01/another-year.html' title='another year...'/><author><name>Geradline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09186849750275553549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986858790347156756.post-1867688998981269014</id><published>2006-12-24T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T04:32:10.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i suck at tis..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ive come to realize tat my blog is actually very very boring..half d time, i dunno wat am i talking about. my life is not as dramatic as some of d other bloggers. neither is it exciting. my vocab is so limited. i have no idea how to use flowery words..so basically, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i suck big time at blogging!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but, wat is d main reason one blogs? is it to show off how well one writes? or do people genuinely want to tell d world bout their life? as for me, i have no idea, y do i blog? i guess, i just wanted to keep up with d trend. i find myself lagging behind in this computer age. i guess i blog just to prove to d world tat im not stupid and yes i can keep up with d world..although not to its rapid speed la..:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so, to all those that read my blog and expect a 24 year old to have amazing vocab. im sorry to burst ur bubble, but &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;this 24 year old will only embrace u with simple usage of the English Language..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986858790347156756-1867688998981269014?l=geradline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geradline.blogspot.com/feeds/1867688998981269014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986858790347156756&amp;postID=1867688998981269014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986858790347156756/posts/default/1867688998981269014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986858790347156756/posts/default/1867688998981269014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geradline.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-suck-at-tis.html' title='i suck at tis..'/><author><name>Geradline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09186849750275553549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986858790347156756.post-4573369736627337961</id><published>2006-12-20T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T17:20:42.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>d holidays..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i wen for my gals nite out with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;vani and her frens..i had a very nice time.clubbing was ok la..somehow its not my cup of tea.i applaude those that can tahan the loud music and indecent behaviour displayed there..as for me..i enjoyed watching all those crazy characters there..drunk men and women, robotic dancers, jellyfish dancers, useless old fools that buy u drinks, guys that try to small talk, scary looking men that give random comments (and believe me, tats d last thing u would ever want to hear), etc..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;vani and her frens seem to enjoy themselves..i guess im like an old lady la..not 24 yrs old, but 42 yrs old..hehehe.. d part that i enjoyed the most was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PLAYING PICTIONARY!!!&lt;/span&gt; i luv that game so so much..thats because, me and vani won!!! not officially..but wat d hell, we finished the game 1st!!! sorry yasmin and kai3..hehehe..admit it, we're d best!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i really had a gud time and met some really nice gals..yasmin, kai3, reena..although i may have only known u'll for 3 days, but u'll were great company..thanks..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i had my results..i had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; 3.15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ok la.. im hapie with it. at least i passed all my subjects. i thought i was going to fail my engineering papers. but i didnt..hehehe.. i had 2 B+ and 2 B's..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;its christmas season now..me, cheryl and justin turned our hse upside down and cleaned every inch of it. yup..even cheryl did d cleaning..hehehe..guess d spirit of christmas is trully magical as it can even make cheryl do cleaning..:) ive already done my shopping..pheww..i was actually giving up on shopping for new clothes and thought of wearing a saree for mass..the clothes that they have in stores nowdays are so tramp like..how can we ever wear clothes like that for mass?..haih...:( so anyway, i found both my christmas and new year clothes from Elle..i luv it..:) people..&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;dunt buy anything from Elle&lt;/span&gt;,as im wearing it this year for mass and the last thing i need is to find someone with the same attire at mass!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'll be starting my semester on the 26th of dec..there goes my holidays as well as my christmas mood! how evil can the uni be? why cant they pity die hard fans of the holidays like u and me?? :( but anyway, im still hapie my classes are starting..guess im just glad i had the holidays to rest my already squeezed brains and im looking forward to the new semester..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986858790347156756-4573369736627337961?l=geradline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geradline.blogspot.com/feeds/4573369736627337961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986858790347156756&amp;postID=4573369736627337961' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986858790347156756/posts/default/4573369736627337961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986858790347156756/posts/default/4573369736627337961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geradline.blogspot.com/2006/12/d-holidays.html' title='d holidays..'/><author><name>Geradline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09186849750275553549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986858790347156756.post-803010609877603159</id><published>2006-12-06T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T15:12:26.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>frens..clubbing..and PD:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;y cant a gal and guy who are fren (just frens) be free of doubts and speculations? for heavens sake. this is d 21st century!!!! we're not living in the dark ages.. y does a gal and guy only have to be boyfren and girlfren? y cant they just be frens..i noe i have many frens who are guys..and yes they are just frens to me..so y d big hu ha then? y d big talk about self-control and knowing my limits? i know wat im doing..im not a kid..yes, i have made mistakes in the past in judging people, but just becoz of tat u cant judge or assume tat i will make d same mistake again..wat about d saying 'learning from mistakes'? y cant i apply tat? so people..lay off...leave me alone..let me be..i noe wat im doing!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;enuf bout tat..just had to let it out!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im just so damn bengang!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i might be going to PD with my cousin and her frens..it will be fun..all girls thingy:) but then..now they're saying that we might have to go on a one day trip and come back on the same day:( how boring and pathetic is tat..so to add some spice to our so call girls nite out..we might be going clubbing on Friday nite..yippee!!! not tat im d clubbing type..but wat d hell..at least i have a chance to wear my new jeans skirt:) oh my God..i cant believe im actually talking bout clubbing,skirts and going out..hehehe..&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;im finally normal&lt;/span&gt;............doing my Masters for only one sem, i was beginning to think tat im losing it..felt as if im going to turn into a mad scientist..u noe d ones that we see in cartoons and movies..yes d whole lab coat and crazy hairdo package..hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ok people..so i am really normal back again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;gtg..tats all for now:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ciao.........................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986858790347156756-803010609877603159?l=geradline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geradline.blogspot.com/feeds/803010609877603159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986858790347156756&amp;postID=803010609877603159' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986858790347156756/posts/default/803010609877603159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986858790347156756/posts/default/803010609877603159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geradline.blogspot.com/2006/12/frensclubbingand-pd.html' title='frens..clubbing..and PD:)'/><author><name>Geradline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09186849750275553549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986858790347156756.post-2568749107709981721</id><published>2006-12-01T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T02:53:07.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>d moon will never be pink...:(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i wish i have more frens..i have no one..im so darn lonely.charles is so busy working and i dunt want to trouble him and whine about how lonely i feel..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i wan to go out wth my girlfrens but there all over Malaysia except for Abitha. and if we want to meet up.the planning takes forever and someone is bound to be busy. its just so damn sucky!!! there'll all working and they have loads of other commitments..it just becomes so tough when ure getting older..meeting up is so far fetched..its like &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;waiting for the&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;moon to turn pink&lt;/strong&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when we were in school, lepaking with frens always seem possible. we just had to make a few calls and waalaah...we're on our way to midvalley or klcc..nothing to worry. no work d next day.no time limit..no nothing..but of course, my parents never made it that easy for me to go out with my frens la. cheryl and justin are lucky, coz by d time it was their turn to hang out with their frens, my parents were not so strict or hard on them...lucky them..unlucky me:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and then..entering Uni.i made loads of frens..but so unfortunate..they stay like all over peninsular..just as u think that when ure older u have more freedom, ure dreams are crushed coz ure frens are all miles apart...:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and then there's d issue on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;'other commitments'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..boyfriends,work,family...and it always seem harder for gals to keep in touch and hang out with each other..coz unlike guys, we cant just throw everything and go on a trip to Taman Negara..nope..we cant do that..coz...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WE'RE GALS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so tell me people...when can gals hang out? when we're all old and dying..why cant we do like what d guys are doing? why cant we just for once be selfish and think of ourselves..go on massive shopping sprees.go on a holiday to a beautiful island.go jungle trekking.go on a road trip all over Malaysia..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;who am i kidding??? it will never work out..coz we're gals..we're 24 and have to start tinking of saving money to buy a hse or a car or for our marriage...and hanging out with ur girlfrens is a no no...coz thats d way of life..shitty and sucky for us gals..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986858790347156756-2568749107709981721?l=geradline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geradline.blogspot.com/feeds/2568749107709981721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986858790347156756&amp;postID=2568749107709981721' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986858790347156756/posts/default/2568749107709981721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986858790347156756/posts/default/2568749107709981721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geradline.blogspot.com/2006/11/d-moon-will-never-be-pink.html' title='d moon will never be pink...:('/><author><name>Geradline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09186849750275553549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986858790347156756.post-2204177155367426536</id><published>2006-11-29T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T15:56:00.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im human...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i hate......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-lazy &lt;em&gt;Homo sapiens&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-irresponsible &lt;em&gt;Homo sapiens&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-ungrateful&lt;em&gt; Homo sapiens&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-rude &lt;em&gt;Homo sapiens&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-inconsiderate &lt;em&gt;Homo sapiens&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-self-centered &lt;em&gt;Homo sapiens&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Homo sapiens&lt;/em&gt; that behave like&lt;em&gt; Canis familaris&lt;/em&gt; (scientific name for dogs)-but here i mean bitches..;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Homo sapiens &lt;/em&gt;that behave like jerks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i love.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-my family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Charles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-my frens (gombak people,UPM gals and guys,UM gals and guys, my church frens)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Raphael&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-my handphone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-my books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-my car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-my pearl pendant and ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-my Levis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-my clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-my shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-my makeup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-my bags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-chocolate indulgence from secret recipe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-ferraro roche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-McFlurry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-ice-cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-my TV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-my bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-my bolster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Nu Flavour for creating 'Heaven'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-people who stand up for what they believe in&lt;br /&gt;-people who are persistant&lt;br /&gt;-successful people who have worked hard&lt;br /&gt;-people who have led an honest life&lt;br /&gt;-people who are truthful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-secret recipe,pizza, mcd,burger king,chillis....im hungry now..:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-gossiping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-laughing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-talking on my hp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-sms-ing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-listening to songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-yelling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-slapping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-dreaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;its gud to be someone with values to folo..u can be the type that party all night, but u shuld still stick to ur values, coz that makes u human..so people..love and hate all u want..but be a human...:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986858790347156756-2204177155367426536?l=geradline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geradline.blogspot.com/feeds/2204177155367426536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986858790347156756.post-8303233486951853043</id><published>2006-11-27T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T19:01:01.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my Zahir....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;have u ever felt so connected to a book? like that book was meant for u...and was written for u...tats how i feel while reading "the Zahir" written by Paulo Coelho. this is the first time where im actually taking such a long time to finish a book..im reading it word for word, extracting the essence of each word, understanding every sentence, connecting it to my life and reflecting bout it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;reading has always been something tat i do for leisure.i can never remember most of the stories i have read and i have never actually given the books i have a read much of a thought..i just read them for the sake of reading..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;most of the books i have, was given to me by my aunty who gets it free from her school library. this book however, i bought it myself..not that expensive la. got a discount also for it.hehehe...kinda pathetic..but proud of it:)&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;coz...&lt;strong&gt;I BOUGHT IT....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so becoz &lt;strong&gt;i bought it&lt;/strong&gt;.i didnt allow cheryl to read it first..hehehe..&lt;em&gt;sorry cheryl&lt;/em&gt;..i wanted to be d first to read this book..dunno y i did tat? so evil of me rite? anyway, wat d hell..i just wanted to be d first one to read it!! i have to be selfish once in a while la...and i dunt regret being the first to read it..i know cheryl would have finished d book at a speed of light..&lt;em&gt;she always does tat&lt;/em&gt;..and i would be able to read tat 300 pages book in 2 days, but &lt;strong&gt;i just had to be d first to read&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;it!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so anyway..enuf about being the first to read it..now bout the book...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the author of this book is a genius. he's got a gift..people...he's amazing!!!!!!!!!!! the way he strings his words, the way it flows, the way it makes u feel...like ure being drowned by his words..its like being in a trance...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i noe people may feel as if im exaggerating. probably i am..probably this book may not touch u the way it has touched me..and im sorry..coz this book has touched and triggered all sorts of thoughts and feelings..this book was written for me..selfish as it may seem...i dunt give two hoots...&lt;strong&gt;this book is the best thing that has ever happened to me...:) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sorry charles...and yes, ure also d best thing that has happened to me..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so..people..go and read this book..i cant guarantee u if it will touch u..and cheryl, dunt yell at me if after reading this book&lt;em&gt; (which im not sure when will u get it..hehehe)&lt;/em&gt; coz i have a strange feeling ure gonna do that...YELL AT ME!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so anyway, just read it..it may touch you..it may not..but no worries..u have nothing to lose...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and no..&lt;strong&gt;im not going to lend this book to anyone&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;em&gt;sorry&lt;/em&gt;...remember...coz..&lt;strong&gt;I BOUGHT IT!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ciao....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986858790347156756-8303233486951853043?l=geradline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geradline.blogspot.com/feeds/8303233486951853043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986858790347156756&amp;postID=8303233486951853043' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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